"Are you seriously doing this?"
Sandy clenched her jaw as she blocked an attack from Amerula. She took a small breath her other hand clenched into a fist she had imbued with ice.
She swung her sword, and Amerula side-stepped creating an opening. She made space and punched through but he caught her fist, his hand freezing in the process but he didn't seem to care.
With his arms crossed, Igrad stood behind them, watching, a smug smile on his lips. If Amerula wanted something in exchange he had to show him.
Sandy Glaris had proven to be too loyal to the dark elven kingdom. What he didn't know was that loyalty wasn't the only thing keeping her from accepting his offer it was more of fear that she would be haunted by the Devil queen in her death.
As a free hunter, she had been placed between a rock and a hard place. She had chosen to die loyal to her kingdom rather than surrender and probably become a puppet to a human.
This was something she couldn't perform.
