The Chosen One
Dark enchantment simmered like a firestorm across her blade, oozing and coated with dark matter that seemed like it was alive and slithering towards the ends of her sword.
Watching Diana's new sword, Wenally's anger flooded her veins as rage quickened her blood, knowing that Andrew Lawvosky's blood was darker than the crawling matter on her sword. “Coward!” Wenally growled, pushing her sword hard against Diana to throw her off balance.
Wenally drew a circle pattern in the air with her sword. The flaming, dark circle pulsed once, and then the entrance to the camp opened. Dozens more of the feral soldiers poured inside, rushing at Andrew and some towards them.
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