"I came to help," I said.
The pressure of the two raging eighth-level souls was overwhelming, but I forced a small smile. Luke's eyes brightened, then quickly narrowed, and his focus returned to the inquisitor. He shifted closer to me, grip tightening on his sword.
"I wish you hadn't," he muttered, tail starting to twitch. "This man is dangerous."
"Hmph," Lord Evlon shook his head, a frown deepening his wrinkles. "So, the city has fallen? It's truly a pity, but it allows me to end things now. You should have run when you had the chance, little filthbloods."
Luke stepped forward, raising his sword. "I won't let you touch her."
The inquisitor raised an eyebrow, casting a ponderous gaze between us. "Curious. It was my understanding that the Apostle of the Descent was a cold-blooded killer."
"I don't care what you heard. You die today."
