Chapter 128: Execution
In Ashlynn’s arms, Heila’s eyes fluttered open as the oppressive cold that trapped her in dreamless sleep faded away like mist dispersed on the wind. What she saw, however, left her uncertain whether or not she’d truly woken.
"Lady Nyrielle?" Heila whispered, staring wide eyed at the winged figure hovering before the icy monstrosity and radiating a dark aura of menace.
"She came for us," Ashlynn said, relieved that Heila seemed to be recovering. "Hauke," Ashlynn called. "It’s not safe there, come here."
Not far from where Nyrielle had launched herself into the air, the young Frost Walker stood with his mouth agape in a horrified daze.
"Ancestors," he murmured, looking at the abomination his revered ancestors had become. Was it true? Was he like them? Was this the fate that awaited anyone with an iridescent horn? His heart shook as he wondered if the horn he’d taken as a blessing all these years was actually a curse.
"Hauke!" Ashlynn shouted. "Whatever they once were, they’ve become something else. Get out of the way before you get hurt!"
"You, you’re right," he said, slowly backing away as the swirling purple energy began to crackle against Nyrielle’s shadows. Whether he was looking at a vision of his future or not, standing here was clearly a bad idea.
Hauke’s movement seemed like a signal and the abomination struck first, hurling dozens of icy spears at the hovering vampire. On the ground around the monstrosity, chains of ice glowing with dark purple energy began to circle around the creature, whipping through the air as if to entangle anyone who dared approach.
Nyrielle’s ax danced in her hands, spinning like a baton, smashing through the icy spears as she dove toward the beast. Her lips curled in a silent snarl as she hurled herself along with all of her pent up emotions at the creature who sought to prey on her and her beloved Ashlynn.