A flash of blue ignited, and everything in its path was reduced to ice. The men in crimson cloaks shattered like brittle ice sculptures.
Elaine's eyes flashed with a cold glint. One had to realize, her frozen army wasn't the only form of might she could employ.
Her one-on-one combat skills were just as lethal, only more contained.
Behind her trailed the blind Trisha. Led by the trail of glistening, shimmering orbs of essence, the two progressed through the networks of caves.
Their mission was to rescue, so Elaine's focus wasn't on laying waste to all she came across. Those out of her reach she silently overlooked.
Though she felt the driving compulsion to kill rage in her heart, she culled its flames.
Her mission to save was far more important than her flaming urge to vanquish these bastards.
She came across heartbreaking sights of broken and killed victims.
