Lirae didn't even turn her head. She was soft-hearted, but she was not a fool, and she would definitely never be a liability in Damon's path, ever. She was stubborn like that.
"You are the ones who summoned these killers." Wind spiraled violently around her legs, kicking up dunes like ocean waves. "You invited Umbra's Hand into your own house. You let them hunt me, hunt him… and you dare call yourselves my family?"
The patriarch staggered to his feet, green healing magic flashing desperately around him. He fought against the gale with all his strength and with his own elemental control, yet still slid back several steps.
"Child! Stop this madness!" he roared over the wind. "You're losing control! This… this is not elven power! This is corruption!"
Lirae's eyes snapped toward him, glowing entirely crimson for a moment. "Then why do you desire it so much?"
