A harpy flew swiftly over Paradise before drifting downward and perching on a rooftop. From there, it watched several figures in black mantles and white horned masks moving along the street.
One of them dragged a man behind him, his throat slit open. A trail of golden blood marked the path they had taken.
Adrian emerged from her summon's body.
"He's alive." Her eyes widened.
The man's eyes were still open. They didn't have the distant, lightless gaze of the dead, but were filled with pain and the desperate strain of suffocation. Whatever was keeping him alive, it had left him trapped in a state that was nothing short of torture.
Adrian didn't recognize him, but an enemy of the Fanatics was a friend of Paradise.
She fused with her summon once more, and the harpy spread her massive wings before launching from the rooftop.
Her shadow swept over the Crusaders.
They looked up and immediately threw their daggers.
