Harry's blood was boiling. His veins pulsed with a fury so hot it could melt steel.
There she was. Erica. His Erica. The girl he'd loved for months. The girl he'd killed countless enemies dreaming about.
Hanging naked over some bastard's shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
Her body was bruised. Her hair was a disaster.
'No. No, no, no. This can't be happening.'
Harry's hands trembled. Not from fear. From rage so pure it made his mana surge.
"You..." His voice came out low. Dangerous. "Get your filthy hands off her."
He raised both arms. The ground around him cracked. Purple mist seeped from the fissures, swirling around his feet like hungry serpents.
RUMBLE.
The earth shook.
Jax watched with mild curiosity as figures began emerging from the shadows. Soldiers first. Then mages in tattered robes. Their eyes glowed purple, their bodies semi-transparent.
'Necromancer class. How original.'
