“We are in pursuit of Orthenius. We nearly have him,” Dorian said.
“Understood,” Rin replied.
“As you wish, Maya,” Dastan obliged.
“Got it,” Lucas added.
“Who are you talking to, king?” Lucas’ angelic foe questioned.
“I’m sorry but we need to wrap this up,” he said, sheathing his sword.
“Excuse me. We are in the middle of a fight. How dare you think lightly of me…”
The Angellion violently flapped his wings, catapulting himself toward Lucas. Lucas blinded his attacker with a burst of light from his raised palm. The Angellion crashed to the ground rolling. He returned to his feet blindly swinging his sword. “My eyes! What did you do to me?”
Lucas summoned a wall of spectral blades and flung them toward the Angellion warrior. The daggers of light pierced his armor with each contact, s
