The captain of the Whitefall guard felt his heart leap into his throat, eyes trembling as the suffocating aura bore down on him.
His soldiers stiffened alongside him. Even those struggling to close the gate halted mid-motion, their hands clenched white-knuckled around the heavy wood.
Gritting his teeth, the captain let out a fierce roar and charged out through the gates, sword firmly gripped in his hand.
He didn't last long.
The instant his boot crossed the threshold, a golden axe sliced through the air with a high-pitched whir and buried itself square in the middle of his forehead, sinking deep into his skull and ending his life on the spot.
The source of the axe was, of course, Evelyn, a broad smile playing on her full lips.
With a simple wave of her hand, the weapon flew back to her, effortlessly crossing the hundreds of meters that separated them from the gates.
"He could have been useful, you know?" Ethan shook his head, letting out a resigned sigh.
