"Come on be quick!" Ilaria hissed as she went ahead to look out at the commotion from the small window in the tent as Seraphina nodded her head.
Sauntering around the room, she found an endless supply of the weapons she had once spelled. Weapons that had been forged with the fierce spirits of her father and were now being misused by Krogon.
The southern legion of Elyandria was the strongest one, with the most to lose in this ambush.
She knew that Krogon would be crippled and then react with frustration, eventually making a mistake. And she was looking forward to that happening.
And so, closing her eyes, Seraphina allowed her magic to swarm over the blades, straps, and hilts of all of the weapons surrounding her.
Her fire burnt wide and fast as she willed the weapons to be magical
