It's immensely risky.
But anything safe wouldn't allow them to mitigate the impossible.
Miriam looked at Princess Selene one last time, detailing the features of the princess's face as if this would be the last time she could see her sane. And when she turned away, her heart already turned to steel. She said she's going to do it, so there's no backing away now.
"Stall," She told Sintra sternly. "Stall them as long as you can. Every second counts."
Sintra only answered to Prince Alaric of Empress Evelyn.
But right now, they were both on the same side. And seeing how Princess Selene was ready to make the sacrifice like this, she wouldn't dare disrespect the moment. Summoning every moonlight energy from deep within, she blasted away, straight at the horde of crimson.
Miriam descended and stood behind Princess Selene.
She bit her index fingertip and began drawing intricate, ancient symbols.
Princess Selene's back was her canvas, and blood was the paint.
