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The tip of a bronze blade dug into her skin, and she splattered her blood on the field. Sucking over the wound, she drew ruby into her mouth and spit it in a female’s direction. Blood dusted her white armor. The Angel snarled, lips curling in revulsion, as she spun on my friend.
Only to halt in place, along with a dozen others, as Maariya wielded her magic. Uzadaan spread his fingers wide, and still more froze, only able to blink at the oncoming Demons. Two females darted between the statuesque figures and sliced the throats of them all.
“Get back,” Rapp barked at me, and I wasted no time retreating behind another line. Should another tidal wave of light come, I didn’t want to be in a vulnerable position.
The first hint of dawn appeared over the ocean.
Only then did I realize how long we’d been fighting. Exhaustion tugged at my limbs, and I stole a moment to check on my magic well.
While the shadows were still ebony, their color was waning gray. And quickly.
“Rapp!” I called out. He carefully backstepped, and the line closed in front of him. “We need to rejoin the Halálhívó, and soon.”
He nodded, expert eyes sweeping over the battlefield. “Tell Rokath to signal Olet to fly this way and help us carve a path to him.”
“We need help over here. Send the archers,” I relayed down our mental co
“Done,” came his terse, tense reply.
Rustling wings reached our ears. Olet and the archers approached from the ocean, their black wings spread wide and sharp arrow tips poised to fly. A group of Angels met them in the skies, giving us room to breathe on the ground.
“Work your way right!” I shouted at our squads.
As one, we moved, corralling our enemies in the direction of the steep cliffs. Sweat slicked my skin, and more than once, I tripped on a fallen body. Rapp’s face was ashen, each new bind more gossamer than the last. His movements too dragged like every muscle twitch required enormous effort.
“Don’t overdo it,” I reminded him as a few soldiers picked up polearms and stabbed into the Angel line again.
“I won’t,” he said, but I didn’t believe him. Like Rokath, he’d fight through the pain, to his own detriment.
But then, a shockwave swept across the battlefield, bringing with it a sound so sharp, so piercing, I fell to my knees. Clutching my head, I succumbed to the agony, unable to think about anything other than the moment the pain would stop. When the acuteness abated, I dropped my hands, finding them soaked in blood. My ears rang as if the bell from the academy tolled inside them.
A glint caught my eye, and I looked up from the crimson to glimpse silver swinging for my neck.