A Face from Distant Memories

"Now…" I said as I put the primal core into my inventory. "I'm not sure." I grinned. Her smile soured, had she noticed that I lied?

"Asher, get me out of here – now!" I called out to the sorcerer through the bond that connected us.

"Delthur, we've wasted enough time." Vixia's ice cold voice caught my attention. How angry was she? And how much more dangerous did that make her?

"If you say so, Lady Vixia." The tall demon's posture changed in an instant. He dashed towards me, swinging his blade at my chest. Was he actually trying to kill me?

I leapt back and narrowly avoided the sharp blade, only to be met with Vixia's purple flames.

"Two against one, really?" I shouted as I cut the black mist tendrils reaching towards me. "I thought any one of you was strong enough to crush me!"

"Silence!" Delthur raised his hand as his voice echoed in the hall. I flinched, what was he doing? A dark orb formed in his raised palm – I could sense the dense magic within it. "Give up – now!"