She looked past the vile creature and saw Nathaniel and the others fighting tirelessly against the shaper’s shambling hoard. Despite their wounds and the relentless cuts landed by those fighting against them, the civilian Freylarkai, held under Krashnar’s sway, continued to press their assault. Their possessed bodies were seemingly immune to any form of injury or pain, allowing them to shrug off the damage inflicted upon them.
‘They will not help you, even if they could. You have lost their respect. You are no longer Freylar’s queen.’
She glared angrily at the wretched shaper, using her ability once more to shore up the stalagmite piercing the front of the mutant’s torso. Krashnar howled again in pain as the rock lanced through his body, splitting bone and organs before exiting via his b
