Vyra's squad were Early Spirit Soul at best.
The remaining Late Spirit Soul Draven soldier recognized that immediately. His eyes flicked between the four Pillar Knights, calculating odds, then turned to his comrade.
"Take the Lord back to the ship," he ordered. "You too." He gestured at the mid Spirit Soul soldier supporting Cassius's limp form. "Go. Now."
They went.
The forest fell quiet except for the distant sounds of battle and the crackle of burning trees. The Late Spirit Soul Draven soldier stood alone against four Early Spirit Soul opponents.
Vyra frowned.
The Draven soldier was about to attack when suddenly an aura descended.
Late Spirit Soul realm aura, dense and oppressive, crushing the air itself. Vyra's knees buckled slightly before she forced herself straight.
Two figures dropped from the canopy.
