Chapter 419: Death on the Wind (Part One)
"I know, I know what to do," Talauia said, standing up now that she had a clear goal in mind. "If the sorcerers maintaining this ice prison die, their sorcery will crumble," she said with a bloodthirsty grin. "I just have to kill the sorcerers trapping her."
"Wait!" Heila cried. "Don’t," she started to say ’don’t kill anyone’, intending to ask Talauia to simply render the men unconscious, but she knew firsthand that capturing people alive in the middle of a battle was much, much harder than simply ending their lives. "Don’t kill Lord Ritchel," she said instead. "We have questions, and he may be the only one with answers."
"I know, I know," Talauia said, mentally preparing her plan. "Can you use your Snow Fang for me? Just a little, just a little snow in the air would make it easier for me to catch them by surprise."
"I can do much more than a little snow in the air," Heila said, drawing the blade carved from Elder Paulus’s horn. Somehow, the symmetry of using the traitor’s horn to once again attack the people who should have been as close to the treacherous elder as his own kin tickled her, and an odd smile formed on her lips as she began to chant.
"Through Snow Fang’s call and winter’s breath,
Let whiteness dance like whispered death,
A veil of snow flakes, soft and deep,
Where hidden paths our secrets keep,
Let swirling snow obscure all sight,