A sharp gust of wind swept across the battlefield, stirring the dust and blood-soaked ground as Zareth stumbled back. His breathing was ragged, his body battered from Haelyn's…no, Keres'
..relentless assault. Victory had been within reach, but now he found himself mere moments from death.
Then, something…someone…moved.
A blur of darkness. A figure, neither man nor wolf, stepped between Keres and Zareth.
Haelyn's light-infused staff slashed through the air, colliding with the figure's outstretched arm. A deafening crack echoed through the silence as the energy flared…only to fizzle. The creature did not recoil. Did not scream. Did not burn.
Keres narrowed Haelyn's glowing eyes.
"What in the name of the gods are you?" she snarled, the voice a haunting blend of hers and Haelyn's.
The creature cocked its head, its piercing, unnatural gaze locked onto her. "You are not ready to know me yet." Its voice was guttural, an eerie whisper laced with something sinister. "But you will."
