Leo stood in the torch lit hallway, his twin axes vanishing into his item box as the Blood Dragger appeared in his hand, its red blade glowing faintly, eager for a fight. At the hallway's end, Sylo stands, her eyes burning with frustration so strong it seemed to cut him into pieces. A hidden blade slid from her sleeve, dripping with a shiny, hissing poison. Her gaze locked onto Leo's crimson eyes, promising to rip him apart.
Lysa huddled against the wall, her skinny body trembling, eyes wide with fear as she watched them.
Sylo lunged, fast and deadly, her poisoned blade aiming for Leo's heart. He raised the Blood Dragger, its red edge ready to meet her strike—when a hand grabbed Sylo's wrist, stopping her cold. Erin Dranemount appeared between them. Her violet eyes glanced at Sylo, a mocking smirk on her lips.
