My heart sank a little as my companions left in a rush of mana, breaking through the swarming demons, and I devolved into another fit of coughing.
"Let's get to higher ground. My aura won't keep them at bay forever," Fyren said, observing the hostile demons around us. They had easily pushed back the few hundred of Luke's horde in the first second of combat, and now probed his defenses, looking for a moment to strike.
R'lissea sprouted a pair of translucent wings, picking me with embarrassing ease. It caught me off guard every time to see someone that looked as slender and delicate as me demonstrate so much strength.
