Vex.
The Hexblade. Black Fang's disciple. My future wife.
She was staring straight at me.
She knew.
"Stop pretending to be a weakling!"
Her voice once again rang across the battlefield, louder than the howls of the undead.
"Show me the might of a primordial!"
Time was ticking by in slow motion as I watched her lips turn upwards into a big grin. She must've been aching to make this revelation for a while now.
… So the cat was out of the bag.
"Primordial? What's that?" Ignis asked while detonating another blast at a group of skeletal pursuers. He was doing his best to help my Heralds while ignoring Ryker's team and the other beastkin. So were Vex and Raika. As a result, I heard a feminine shriek as one of Ryker's women was thrown to the depths alongside the mount she was riding on. The horde swarmed her once she landed on the ground with a pained thud. The woman's death shrieks only lasted a second before she was torn to pieces.
