Delia snapped back the present after her dive into the events that followed her near-death experience. And as she rolled her shoulders, with anger at Nyx still bright in her eyes, she looked around and did a swift count of Klevers.
And then, she paused.
When the hell did they become eight?
The last thing she remembered was getting stabbed by Klever and the last count she made had been two Klevers. Looking at the now eight Klevers who were all glaring at her with a mixture of trepidation and purpose, she felt like she had missed quite a bit.
But no matter. Hefting her Warhammer, and still feeling Nyx's divine might surging within her, she prepared to face the challenge squarely. Bashing in a few demonic heads seemed like just what she needed to work through her anger at the Goddess of Primordial darkness.
"Come at me," she sneered, "Come on!"
But none of the demons moved toward her.
