The wave of starlight hit silently. It was bright and scary, like the sky itself was attacking.
Seraphina froze. She tried to grab her pendant but her hands refused to move.
They shook too much.
'This is it,' she thought, a tear running down her dirty cheek. 'This is how I die.'
She closed her eyes.
Azrael watched everything from across the clearing. He was on his knees hurt and broken, keeping himself up only with willpower. The wave of light couldn't be stopped. Seraphina was frozen in fear.
He couldn't reach her. He was too far, too slow, too weak.
'The hero should save her,' he thought bitterly. He looked at Kaelen. The hero stood frozen, face full of shock, watching the woman he loved about to be destroyed. He was useless.
'The story is broken,' Azrael realized. 'If I don't act, she'll really die.'
He couldn't stop the attack or make a shield. But he wasn't a hero. He was a survivor. He didn't think about strength he thought about tricks.
