Because if Liria wouldn't stop walking toward her then Enara would be the one to make her.
That thought echoed in her mind, quiet yet razor-sharp, as the battle unfolded in an explosive cascade of magic and violence. From her vantage point atop the battlements, Enara watched the Demon Kingdom's first volley of crimson and violet fire slam into the approaching army, the resulting shockwave shaking the stone beneath her feet. Dust and smoke plumed upward, obscuring the battlefield in a haze that shimmered in the unnatural twilight.
