'So, what do you think?' Luna asked, her tone carrying the faint amusement of someone who already knew the answer.
'You couldn't pay me enough to step into that,' I replied, glancing back at the chaos unfolding in the clearing. Rachel's golden feathers were tearing through Cecilia's chaos-spears, and somewhere in the middle of all that light and crimson, Cecilia's scream about hammers and Saintesses echoed through the trees.
Rachel smiting Cecilia in her self-declared holy crusade? They could have all the fun they wanted without me.
I turned and walked away, eager to put as much distance as possible between myself and whatever fresh madness they were creating. But, of course, the universe wasn't about to let me off that easily.
"You've got to be kidding me," I muttered as I stopped in my tracks. The air shifted, heavy and oppressive, signaling the presence of someone dangerous. And then I heard the voice.
