245 New Disciples

"What I want," Elero said, shoving Thomas away. "Is to take down that asshole, Jackal Von Trike." She sat up. Her legs might have been destroyed but her resolve remained ironclad. "I want to dismantle everything he's built, his political faction, and destroy his allies." The faintest threads of bloodlust emanated from her, thickened with old scars and tears.

Elero stood to full height, becoming a silhouette in the setting moon. The only part of her not covered in shadow were her legs, which an icy blue mist, life essence, escaped from. "I charged ahead because none of us can outsmart Jackal. Doevm maybe could have, but he's stuck at the Magic Academy. We need strength to overcome Jackal's intellect, and to get stronger we must push ourselves close to death. That's exactly why I charged ahead with the nobles."