Chapter Forty-Eight
Searon used his claymore to help him to his feet. He glanced around one last time for the old wizard. Karceoles stood all the way across the courtyard, fighting against different opponents, his back to Searon. He clearly didn’t want to face Searon. A shadow passed across Searon and he glanced to the side to find Arria approaching him. She was fierce in appearance, beautiful in nature, and deadly in every way possible. An unbalanced smirk rested on her face. Purple, glowing eyes full of determination and glee burned into his soul. Long, beautiful straight white hair fell to Arria’s waist, blowing in the wind. She wore dark plate armor, with chainmail underneath exposed on each of her biceps. In her right hand, she held her flamberge, long and deadly with a glowing purpl
