Thea had never seen anything like it – a shadow-touched Warsword battling monsters in midair. He was cloaked in midnight, his membranous wings unfurling with each mighty beat, carrying him effortlessly through the swarm of wraiths. He brandished twin blades of Naarvian steel, twirling them amid the shadows, cleaving like a comet through the night. Talemir’s movements in the sky were a symphony of precision and predatory prowess that she recognised in her own style.
