(Meanwhile, Moltherak's POV)
The moment Moltherak revealed the Origin Metal coated dragon teeth, the atmosphere across his side of the battlefield changed instantly.
Ru Vassa saw them first.
Her eyes lingered on the curved fangs in Moltherak's hands only for a fraction of a second, before she decided that enough was enough.
"No…."
She muttered while rubbing the back of her neck, as she was reminded of the moment where Mauriss had nearly taken her head, and far older memories still, as she recalled how dominant Soron had been against the Righteous Alliance, even when he was outnumbered eight to one.
*HUFF–*
Ru Vassa inhaled slowly.
Then exhaled.
"No chance…"
She said flatly as she lowered her magical spear and shook her head.
"I'm sorry Kaelith, however, I want absolutely no part of this…"
Ru Vassa expressed as she flicked a glance toward Kaelith while subtly shifting her stance backward.
