Grace didn't spare them another glance.
Her gaze was now locked on the battlefield below as her Shadow Beasts ripped through the chaos like divine punishments incarnate. Screams filled the air, some were the screeches of dying infected, others were the roars from the warriors as they found newfound energy to keep fighting.
"Davian, take point with the left flank," she commanded in a steady and sharp voice.
Davian gave her a quick nod and leapt down the slope with terrifying grace, landing in the middle of the battlefield. Rune followed right after with his favorite pair of twin daggers in his hands.
Grace closed her eyes for a brief moment and let the surrounding noise fade. She inhaled deeply and steadied her breath. And when she opened her eyes again, the golden hue of her irises was glowing like two miniature suns.
And then... she jumped.
