The Forsaken Hero

At Luxxa’s words, I surveyed the battlefield once more, my eyes drawn to the banners of the Church and the seemingly endless ranks of white-cloaked soldiers. After casting Mana Storm, I’d been content to watch as the Last Light Company carved its way through Brithlite’s forces, but the Church’s involvement changed everything. They demanded our full attention.

Now they were on the move, breaking ranks and marching toward the front lines where the battle raged. Their mages raised their staffs and wands, incantations filling the air, and hundreds of magic circles materialized.

But it wasn’t these mages that worried me most. It was the powerful presences I sensed stirring, the seventh-level inquisitors. We couldn’t allow them to remain unchecked.

"Alright," I said, climbing onto Fable’s back. "Let’s move."

"We’ll be right ahead of you," Korra said with a wink. "I’ll see you on the battlefield."

Gayron flashed an eager smile at her before launching into the air, leaving a crater in the earth. Their souls thrummed with power as they both employed magical techniques, wreathed in water and flame, respectively.

"Battle maniacs," I muttered, shaking my head, a small smile tugging at my lips. Still, their antics helped ease my nerves, and I took a deep breath, relaxing my grip on my staff.

"The rest of you be careful," I cautioned, looking back at the Star Guard. "I might not be able to counter everything they throw at us, and if one of their seventh-levels breaks through, you’ll be in danger."

"You don’t need to worry about us, my lady. Simply do what you must; we’ll take care of ourselves," Luxxa assured me, saluting with a confident smile.