Jaheira materialized suddenly like a phantom, the cold light of the double-bladed weapons in her hands flashing as she thrust them straight into the body of the flying horror.
In an instant, blood splattered, the crimson liquid spraying wildly through the air. "What on earth are you spacing out for on the battlefield?!" Her voice was as cold and sharp as frost, carrying an aura of endless slaughter.
This sudden turn of events made Ethemon start violently, causing him to instinctively avoid Jaheira's gaze. Those eyes were as sharp as a falcon's, seemingly capable of piercing straight through his soul and stripping bare the most closely guarded secrets hidden deep in his heart.
Chapter 89