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Cold as the hand of death, the Morningstar cut through the creatures with little to no effort. Hundreds scattered at the sight of it, and the blade called for blood with each strike. Adaria rode them down, wave upon wave rising and falling against her. She was a woman transformed, and she rode through the night creatures as though they were mere insects.
The roar of the armies colliding was deafening. The squelching of flesh rumbled over everything else, and everywhere one dared to turn, someone was falling or they were cutting someone down.
“FORWARD!” Master Khofi screamed, blasting several creatures out of the air. Adaria didn’t even have to use her powers. The blade was enough, and it brought down as many creatures as came at it.
Atop her saddle, Adaria was no longer the Prin
