The blade drank in what little light was in the street, bending shadows so that they swirled around it, cloaking the steel from view. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up as primal energies around him began to shift and flicker. The sha’teth faltered, then fled as screams filled the air. The first of the enemy troops began to fall.
A magic sword saves the day at the last second
