The clangor of battle grew louder, sharper, until it became a deafening chorus of ringing metal and dying screams.
Alex—no, Kael—breathed heavily, blood dripping from the corner of his lips.
There were some blows he was forced to take, as he was saving the cracked Everguard for a crucial blow. After all, it was severely damaged and could only block one attack.
The Reavers beside him fought like beasts, hammering Barbarians into the ground with every blow. But even with the surge of newfound strength and memories, he could feel it.
Something was wrong.
Something was missing.
Latifa.
He turned his gaze toward the upper halls, where faint traces of green light flickered behind the layers of smoke and ash.
A strange scent wafted toward him. It was not the stench of burning wood or scorched metal, but the scent of living things.
Moss. Flowers. Something impossibly out of place on a mountain under siege.
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< Synchronization Rate increased by 4% >
