Chapter 82: The Proven’s Gambit
’Troublesome.’ Azrael cursed internally, thinking. He stayed silent for a moment, suppressing the rage building up inside him.
"How many?" Seraphina immediately asked upon hearing Isolde’s words.
[One... Strong.]
Instantly, the image of Raven and Thandor resurfaced in Azrael’s mind. There was no way in hell he alone, nor even if the whole camp teamed up, would be able to kill them.
"What we just discussed would remain secret. We would see what the Proven wants. Only once the coast is clear, we would rally the camp," Seraphina spoke, her gaze shifting across the squad. "Am I clear?"
"Yes!" The Chosen spoke loudly, courage building in their hearts.
Finally, after several days of nonstop running, the camp entered their field of vision.
It hadn’t changed much. There were Chosen with ranged skills at the top of the towers overlooking the area. They were the first ones to notice the return of their leaders and alerted the others.
"The angels are back!"
"Miss Seraphina, Miss Isolde, just like you commanded, the camp hasn’t fallen!"
The people dropped what they were doing and rushed to welcome them in high spirits.
Azrael was momentarily stunned when his gaze landed on Logan. Against all odds, the timid healer had managed to reach the base and heal himself, even after Seraphina’s merciless beating.