You didn't. You fought. You made the enemy pay. You honored the dead through violence.
So Lyra had said the words: Show them hell.
Because Seraphina needed to fight. Needed to grieve through battle. Needed to make the heroes suffer for what they'd done.
And maybe ,just maybe , she could actually kill Gattychan. Eliminate his Villain's Bane ability. Return to full demon lord power and turn the tide of battle.
It was desperate. It was risky. But they were losing anyway.
Lyra turned her attention back to Third Line.
The sun was setting. The sky was darkening from blue to purple-orange, long shadows stretching across the battlefield.
They'd been fighting for hours straight. Dawn to dusk. And the settlement was losing.
Current defender strength: approximately three hundred twenty effective fighters, down from six hundred forty-three at dawn. Nearly fifty percent casualties.
