Aaron staggered.
The dark energy wrapped around him, pressing in.
The assassins smiled in triumph.
And then—
A golden shockwave burst from Aaron's chest.
The air shook with a holy presence so powerful it was almost blinding. The dark magic recoiled violently, as if it had been burned by an unseen force. The assassins screamed, stumbling back as the golden glow pulsed through the battlefield, washing over them like divine fire.
It was as if Adeline herself stood among them.
But she was never there.
Aaron's hand instinctively went to the charm hanging from his neck. The delicate piece, gifted to him by his sister, pulsed with light. It had been imbued with so much holy power that the assassins' forbidden magic stood no chance against it.
They had made a fatal mistake.
Aaron's grip tightened on his sword.
The charm had saved him.
Now, he would end them.
