Trantor and Fulkar were in the middle of clashing with two elders each. Yet both they and their opponents were compelled to look at what the mortal beast had done.
Freele recounted her brief conversation with the drake and shook her head with a self-mocking grin.
Fellow members of the task force were over the moons to see their weakest member bring the first perennial down. Sure, the perennial was still alive. But he wouldn't be able to fight any time soon, not unless he could resolve the turmoil of his soul in record time. Such a display of trickery and ability was more than fitting for someone on their task force, enough to remove any lingering doubts regarding the drake's sudden addition to their group.
"How's it feel?" Marsel laughed in the face of his assassin opponent. "It must feel great to see one of your capable, powerful men succumb to a mortal?"