Across Eternity: Book 7
Copyright© 2026 by Sage of the Forlorn Path
Chapter 14: Afterparty
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 14: Afterparty - Noah and his friends head to the nation of the dwarves to continue their fight against the Profane.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/ft Consensual Drunk/Drugged NonConsensual Reluctant Romantic Slavery Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction High Fantasy Science Fiction Magic Vampires Demons Light Bond Group Sex Interracial Black Female White Male White Female Oriental Female Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie First Fisting Oral Sex Squirting Big Breasts Violence
Voraith dragged himself across the floor, wincing and hissing in pain. The wounds that Seraph had inflicted were throbbing and refused to heal, leaving him with only half of his organs and two limbs. His jaws were spread, and he was trying to suck up as much ambient energy as he could, but all that did was keep death at bay. He also tried cannibalizing his fellow dead ghouls, but that accomplished little. He needed to find some real food if he were to have any chance of regeneration.
“Well, well, what do we have here?”
Voraith felt a shiver crawl up his spine and looked back, seeing Noah approach. At that moment, Seraph’s warning was echoing through Voraith’s mind, and as he felt the aura exuding from Noah, fear pierced his heart.
“Get back!” he hissed, grabbing a piece of glass from a broken window and throwing it at Noah. Noah snatched it out of the air.
“From the look of those charred wounds, I’d say you tangled with Seraph, and he left you crippled. That’s good. He remembered that your death belongs to me.”
Voraith caught himself. This could actually work to his benefit. Fresh meat had arrived, and all he had to do was leave him too weak to fight back. He opened his jaws, once more devouring all the energy he could pull from the environment and channeling it into the ground. Andromeda got fussy anytime someone overwrote her Cursed Earth, but she’d just have to live with it. Yet the magic that had worked so well against Noah’s friends in Wahr Village seemed to have no effect on him at all. He walked across Voraith’s Cursed Earth without shiver or shudder, as if he were going for a stroll through the park.
“How?! How are you fine?! Why isn’t this working?!”
“Thermal regulating coat, and a headband that binds my mana within my body. You can’t do anything to me. I also prepared this just for you.” Noah then pulled out a length of wire, even tougher than Lupin’s chain. He stepped on Voraith’s chest and wrapped the wire around his neck, forcing his jaws shut, while leaving him able to speak. “I take it that since Seraph went to the trouble of crippling you and leaving you alive, he told you that I would come looking for you. Did he tell you why?
See, you messed with something beyond your comprehension, and there are always repercussions for that. I am your reckoning. Oh, but don’t worry, I’m going to help you first.” Noah then used the shard of glass to cut his wrist, sending his blood running onto Voraith’s face, who greedily began drinking it up. “I’m glad Seraph left you nice and helpless for me to find you. That said, for what comes next, I need you whole with all of your nerve endings intact.”
Noah continued feeding him blood, allowing Voraith’s wounds to heal, and slowly, his lost limbs began to regenerate. Once he had gathered enough strength, Voraith tried to force Noah off him and attack, but Noah injected him with a paralytic, leaving him unable to move.
“Five million kilometers,” Noah then said as he took a sip of a healing potion to mend his wrist and restore his lost blood.
“What?” Voraith growled, trying to resist the chemicals flowing through his body.
“Five million kilometers. In one of my past lives, that was the record for the closest an unmanned craft had ever gotten to the sun. I decided to break that record and do so while personally flying it. It was a voyage I planned not to survive, as I wanted to experience the full nuclear force of the sun. I have to tell you all this now, because soon you won’t be able to understand me.”
“What are you talking about?”
“That drug I injected you with does more than just leave you limp as a rag. It also speeds up your thought processes, making it feel like time is slowing down. It was developed as an alternative means to regular incarceration. A single dose leaves you stuck for a few hours, but in your mind, it’ll feel like months have passed by, months of staring at the wall of your cell, unable to move, while you go insane and your thoughts eat each other. A convict could serve a complete lifetime sentence in a week.
It was phased out as being deemed cruel and inhuman, with the recipients emerging more psychotic and mentally twisted than when they started, but not before I did what felt like a twenty-year stretch. Very unpleasant, and incredibly difficult to manufacture, even with alchemy. It takes some very rare ingredients, but I was able to create at least one dose for you.
Now, as I was saying about the sun, I designed my ship and suit to withstand as much heat and radiation as possible. Of course, eventually everything burns and melts, and when my ship was finally destroyed, I experienced a few glorious moments in which the full force of the sun was unleashed upon me, before I, too, was completely disintegrated. Since you’re a Profane, and the sun does that simply on a casual summer day, I wonder what it’ll ... feel ... like ... for ... you.”
Voraith blinked his eyes as Noah’s words slowed to a crawl. Noah stepped off Voraith’s chest and moved back, but to Voraith, he did so at a snail’s pace.
“Faaaallllsssse ... Wooooooorld,” Noah then cast.
The mansion around them was replaced with the openness of space, and behind Noah, the sun burned in all its glory like a great wall of golden light. Noah was showing Voraith what the sun looked like up close through numerous filters on his ship, lowering its intensity so that it could actually be viewed. Voraith didn’t understand what was going on, but he stared in wonder at the sun, the thing he had feared for most of his life. The tongues of plasma looping across the surface, the bubbling and churning of fiery waves, it was magnificent. But that was only because Noah’s illusion was at its lowest level of potency.
“Nnnnnnooooooooooooooowwwwww ... buuuuuuuuuuurrrrnnnn,” said Noah, as he looked into Voraith’s eyes and sent the Rune of False spreading through his mind like a cancer.
In that moment, the sun’s brightness reached levels beyond description, and Voraith felt himself being hammered by all of the heat and radiation the star could produce, with every single nerve ending in his body being subjected to as much pain as it could possibly experience. Noah was condemning him to the few final moments of his life when his ship was blown up and his suit was burning away, but was applying it continuously, and with the drug in Voraith’s system, each second felt like an hour.
He wanted to scream with every fiber of his being, but his body would not obey his will, left unable to function due to the agony and the drug. However, not even its paralyzing effects could stop his body from mindlessly writhing in agony. Everything from his big toe to his scalp to the very back of his heart felt like it was being submerged in molten steel, as he felt the sun’s radiation penetrate his flesh layer by layer and burn him both on the outside and inside simultaneously. Were this an actual physical attack that inflicted damage, it would at least be burning away his flesh, destroying his pain receptors, but since it was an illusion, everything remained fully intact, with every nerve in his body free to torture him.
He wasn’t just experiencing this as Noah had, either. The pain was more than a simple memory from Noah’s past. Voraith felt the sun’s intensity as a Profane, felt it burn the darkness inside him. His mind could not process the pain, for he was experiencing complete sensory overload. It was the absolute maximum threshold of agony any life form was capable of experiencing. He should have passed out, but the pain would not allow him to lose consciousness. The only thought capable of maintaining its shape in his mind was the desperate desire for the pain to end, whether that meant the spell would stop or he would die, but that wouldn’t happen for a long time. Voraith felt his very sanity being burned away, as if his brain was trying to sever its link to reality to save itself from this hell.
In his delirium, his life flashed before his eyes, showing him every cruel act he had ever committed, every evil thought he had ever entertained, every mocking word he had ever spoken; anything and everything in his life that wasn’t saintlike and flawlessly good. Was he being punished for his sins? Was this divine judgment? This level of agony could only be bestowed by a vengeful god. Was Noah such a god? It was the only explanation. What chance did the Profane have against the fury of a god?
He remembered what Seraph told him, about the fate that awaited him for crossing Noah. In that moment, he despised Seraph with blinding intensity, simply for selling Noah short. He didn’t tell Voraith that it would be this bad. He failed to properly convey just how much he would suffer. Had he known the truth, he would have killed himself so that Noah couldn’t catch him, but now it was too late, and all he could do was lie there and hope for death. Seraph got that part right, at least. Voraith silently begged and prayed for death, willing to undergo any other form of suffering so long as it would save him from Noah’s wrath.
Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die!
Voraith screamed this order at his body over and over again, trying to will his existence to end, but the pain would not stop. All the while, Noah stood over him, watching Voraith suffer with cold, vicious eyes. With this, did he truly understand the weight of his crime against Noah? Did he understand his foolishness and why he deserved this pain for getting in his way? Fortunately for Voraith, Noah couldn’t spend all night torturing him. Part of the reason he went to the trouble of making that drug was because he knew he likely wouldn’t have enough time to inflict all the pain he wanted. He still had to find Lupin and everyone else.
After several minutes, Noah released the illusion, freeing Voraith from his anguish. He lay there, catatonic from the pain. His eyes were glazed over and hollow, but he was still alive. Even if he wasn’t still under the effects of the drug, his mind was broken beyond repair. Noah ended his life and then stabbed him in the eye with a syringe, piercing the venom gland in the center of his brain and siphoning off every last drop. He then removed the wires he used to bind his jaws and opened them, driven by curiosity. Alexis and Seraph had described Voraith as having some kind of metaphysical dark pearl in the depths of his throat that Noah wanted to examine.
He reached into Voraith’s gullet and wrenched out a black orb, feeling and looking like it was made of polished obsidian. However, it was so dark that light could not reflect off it. Whether this was its natural form, or it had undergone some kind of crystallization upon Voraith’s death, Noah wasn’t sure, but he could sense a vast amount of power in it. He wasn’t sure what he would use it for, but Noah could tell it was too valuable a piece to simply throw away. He stored it in his ring and got back to his feet. Now that Voraith was taken care of, he had to find Lupin and the others. Hopefully, Valia wasn’t having too much trouble.
Unfortunately, Valia and Cynatas were struggling against Ragar. Neither of their attacks were very effective against massive undead blob pursuing them, and the more slain ghouls they encountered, the more flesh their foe could harness. It also didn’t help that the Cursed Earth was sapping their strength, and no matter how much they damaged his necrotic mass, it didn’t mean anything if they couldn’t reach his actual body, and the damage always mended itself.
Using her Avagath spell, Valia tried to find Ragar’s main body, realizing he was hiding well out of range of her attacks. She couldn’t get past the undead mass in the hall, so she tried busting through the wall into the adjacent room, hoping she could circle around. Ragar was quick to intercept, filling the room with necrotic flesh and forcing her back into the corridor. She tried again with the floor and ceiling, looking for some angle she could use to get closer to Ragar, but he was well adept at protecting his main body. For now, all they could do was run and wait for some new variable to change in their favor, but it wasn’t looking good.
He pursued them down the winding corridors of the mansion like a living wall, reaching out with spiked tentacles to try to trip them up. One tentacle managed to grab Valia’s ankle and attempt to drag her into the fold, but she managed to sever it and get away. If she or Cynatas were swallowed by the mass, it was over. Valia was confident in her steel body and super strength protecting her from physical injury, but she didn’t want to be suffocated in that disgusting bog of rotting flesh, and Cynatas, despite her wind power, would be pulled through a meat grinder. Finally, their luck changed as they were running down a hallway, where they saw Sophia and Foley sprinting towards them from the opposite direction.
“Valia!” Sophia exclaimed in relief.
“Are you running from someone, too?” Valia asked as they both came to a stop.
“The black smoke guy. He’s right behind us with a lot of poison gas and friends!” said Foley.
“Cynatas and I are fighting Ragar and losing. You two, switch enemies with us!”
Sophia and Foley understood what she meant and nodded. They split up, with Sophia and Foley continuing on towards Ragar, while Valia and Cynatas went after Miasmarda. The two elves spotted the gangly ghoul approaching, joined by several comrades wrapped in unholy smog.
“Cleansing Breeze,” Cynatas cast, sending a blast of enchanted wind at Miasmarda.
Her spell cleared away the poison gas and purified the air, freeing Valia to pounce with her sword swinging. She managed to cut off Miasmarda’s arm, but with a hiss of rage, he grabbed one of the ghouls at his side and threw him at her. The others attacked as well, armed with weapons scavenged from throughout the mansion. As Valia fended off their combined attacks, Miasmarda fled, realizing the tide had turned against him. He was remarkably fast, and by the time Valia slaughtered the ghouls, he was gone.
Valia turned back and looked at the other end of the hallway. There, Foley was holding back Ragar with the same shield magic he had used to contain Miasmarda’s poison. Sophia was standing behind him with her hands on his shoulders, imbuing him with light energy and giving his spell a holy enhancement. Ragar, controlling his amorphous undead goliath, threw himself at the barrier, only for the reanimated ghoul flesh to disintegrate on contact. He was pushing with all his might, but with each passing second, more and more of the undead flesh was burning away, with black flames spreading throughout the entire mass.
Then, it suddenly stopped, the mass suddenly going limp as the magic that reanimated it halted its flow. Ragar, realizing he couldn’t win and was outnumbered four to one, had abandoned it and escaped like Miasmarda. With both threats neutralized, Sophia and Foley rejoined with Valia and Cynatas.
“Good to see you’re both still alive,” said Valia.
“You as well,” replied Sophia.
“I twisted my ankle while running back there, so it’s not all well and good,” Foley grunted.
“I don’t suppose you’ve seen anyone else?” Cynatas asked.
Sophia shook her head. “This place is a giant labyrinth. I feel like we might as well be mice, scurrying through Duravound’s pipe system.”
“Good thing Noah gave us those bells,” said Valia, pulling hers out. It was pointing to the nearby wall. “I’ve never been one for labyrinths. I prefer straight paths. Zodiac: Baom!” With her fist wrapped in silver mana, she punched the wall, busting it open and letting them into a tea room. “Come on, this way.”
As they stepped into the room, they felt an impact shake the floor, as though answering Valia’s destructive punch.
“What in the world was that?” Cynatas asked.
The cause was Roc, crashing into a gargoyle statue perched along the edge of one of the estate towers, sending the statue plummeting down and crashing through the roof and several floors below. With desperate strength, he clung to the ledge of the tower, though desperate strength was the only kind he had left. Umbra was pursuing him relentlessly, barely giving him any time to think or even breathe. If it wasn’t for the enjoyment he seemed to take in thrashing Roc, the young warrior knew he would have been killed a while ago.
Out of the corner of his eye, Roc spotted Umbra approaching, reminding him of the jets Noah had shown him with his magic. Roc let go of the ledge and flapped his wings, trying to get away. He had repeatedly learned that it was hopeless to try to outrace Umbra in the sky. The best he could do was just land on a place with sure footing. He dropped down onto the roof below, gripping the tiles with his talons. Umbra swooped down and lashed out with his claws, scratching Roc’s arm, adding yet another of countless bloody wounds. Considering how hard he had tried to dodge it, receiving those scratches was basically getting off easy.
Umbra landed nearby and spun around, launching himself back at Roc. The two of them began exchanging blows, with Roc using his eagle eyes to try to match Umbra’s speed and avoid his attacks, but the best he could accomplish was lessening the damage he took with each punch, kick, and slash. He tried to counter with powerful kicks and his Monk Spear technique, but the closest he could get to actually landing a hit was being blocked. At the very least, it meant that Umbra had to defend rather than dodge, but other than a few lucky breaks, he had yet to truly wound the Profane warrior. What little damage he managed to inflict instantly healed, and while Roc was running low on mana, Umbra had yet to use a single spell, dominating Roc with nothing but regular hand-to-hand techniques.
Umbra then managed to slip past Roc’s defenses and deliver a bone-breaking kick to the side of the ribs, knocking Roc through the air and crashing into a chimney, knocking it over like a dead tree. He collapsed atop the crumbling bricks, unable to move. His ribs were shattered by the kick, and both of his shoulder blades were in pieces from hitting the chimney, meaning he could no longer use his wings or even stand up. Umbra stepped over to him and sighed.
“So, I’m guessing you have no more fight left in you? That’s a shame. You were doing pretty well back there. Well, not good enough that you had a chance of winning, but good in the sense that you can die with dignity.”
“Fuck you,” Roc coughed. Considering that he was sure one of his lungs had collapsed, two words were all he could utter.
Both he and Umbra’s attention were then drawn to the broken chimney, and the sound of coughing echoing from within the darkness. Something shot out, causing Umbra to step back, and it landed next to Roc.
“A cat?” Umbra mused while sniffing the air.
It was Cyrilo in her feline form, covered in soot and coughing. “I thought I was going to die in there!” She then looked around, spotting Roc and Umbra beside her, and assumed her human form. “Am I interrupting something?”
“Only if you can put up a better fight than he did. Otherwise, I’ll get to you in a moment.”
Noticing his blindfold and animal characteristics, Cyrilo figured out Umbra’s abilities in an instant. He couldn’t see, but his sense of smell and hearing compensated, making him hyperaware of his surroundings. Cyrilo conjured her grimoire from her ring as quietly as she could. “Well, see, the thing about that is ... Holy Radiance!” she then cast, summoning a golden magical circle and firing a blast of light energy at Umbra.
“Night Mantle!” he cast, shrouding himself in a dark aura. Cyrilo’s attack splashed off him, being repelled like oil and water. Umbra reached out and grabbed her by the throat, lifting her off her feet. “I guess you didn’t hear the part when I told your friend that I’m Lord Curcio’s masterpiece. It’s not just because of my strength, speed, endurance, or power; it’s because I am one of the few Profane who can shrug off paladin attacks! It is the rarest ability among our kind, unlocked when I was turned. I am a unique specimen, one in a million. But by all means, try hitting me with fire or lightning next with that little book of yours. They’ll fare you no better!”
Cyrilo clawed at his hand, trying to loosen his grip, with Roc lying below her, unable to do anything but curse his weakness. “I ... really wish I had known that sooner...” Cyrilo gasped, struggling to breathe. “But what about water? Bubble Prison!”
She cast the spell from her grimoire, gathering all of the moisture in the air and condensing it into a sphere of water that formed around Umbra’s head. He dropped her and staggered back, clawing at the suspended liquid. As a powerful Profane, he could survive without air for a while, but while a fiend with functioning eyesight could at least see through the water, Umbra was left in a sensory abyss with both his ear canals and sinuses flooded. The spell broke his concentration, and his Night Mantle broke, exposing him.
“Holy Radiance!” Cyrilo cast again, blasting Umbra with a holy ray. His skin burned under the divine blast, and he fell back, dropping off the roof and landing on the ground below. However, it had not been enough to finish him off.
“I don’t know how long he’ll stay down. We need to move fast,” said Cyrilo, conjuring a healing potion and feeding it to Roc. “Come on, let’s go!” she exclaimed as she returned to her feline form and hopped onto Roc’s chest. Roc, having recovered enough to fly, grabbed her and took flight, soaring to the other side of the estate and crashing through a window. The moment he touched the floor, he took off in a run. There was no telling how long Umbra would stay down, but he wanted to get as far away as he could.
“Though it hurts to admit, thanks for the assist back there,” said Roc.
“Young men like you, always thinking that the only way to win is to punch as hard as you can. When brawn fails, you need to use your brains.”
“Let’s just find everyone and get out of here before he comes after us again.”
“Do you have your bell?”
“I can feel it in my pocket. It got crushed at some point.”
“Fortunately, I still have mine.” Roc paused so that Cyrilo could hop down and assume her human form. She pulled out her bell, giving them their heading. “This way!”
They continued running, following the direction of the bell. But there was more than just Lupin ahead of them. Not too far away, Shannon and Daniel were fighting against Andromeda. Shannon charged towards Andromeda, swinging her sword with trained speed and honed skill, sending sparks flying as it collided with Andromeda’s. Andromeda countered with a flurry of stabs and slashes, banking on her heightened Profane abilities to dominate Shannon. However, Shannon was holding her own. Though she lacked Valia Zodiac’s elven grace and magical augmentations, she had received ample training in swordsmanship from her. Again and again, their swords collided, with Andromeda unable to ignore Shannon’s skill.
“You’re quite adept for someone so young.”
“I train every day, pushing myself to the limit just so that I can defeat monsters like you! The Profane killed my family and took my home, and you will all pay!”
“And now you seek to do the same to me!”
“Precisely! So you know how it feels!” Shannon tried to kick Andromeda, but she blocked the attack and shoved Shannon in the chest, knocking her onto her back and leaving her struggling to breathe.
“I see now. You’re from the Petosic horse tribe. I’m guessing you were also with the Wandering Spirit when he killed Carthace. Carthace and I were old friends, cut from the same cloth, as you might say, but she couldn’t do this!” Andromeda then sent black lightning streaming from her fingers, wrapping around Shannon and making her scream in pain.
Nearby, Daniel struck a chord with his guitar, sending out a wave of magic that interrupted Andromeda’s attack. With only two strings, a quick blare was the most he could hope to accomplish.
“Looks to me like you want to die first!”
Andromeda stormed towards him with a furious gaze, but Shannon reached out and grabbed her ankle, tripping her up. Daniel tried to kick her, but just as Shannon had done, Andromeda grabbed his ankle, and with superhuman strength, she threw him against the wall. She then wrenched herself free from Shannon’s grip and stood up. She raised her sword to finish Shannon off, but she rolled to the side, dodging the decapitating chop and scrambling to her feet.
Shannon lunged for a stab, and Andromeda simply smirked and let her blade pierce her in the gut. Instantly, Shannon had the breath forced from her lungs by blinding pain and collapsed, covering her stomach and trying to stop the bleeding of a wound that wasn’t there. Andromeda scoffed and pulled out Shannon’s sword slowly, with Shannon crying out in pain.
“Do you know what pain is? When your body is damaged or experiences distress, electrical signals, akin to biological lightning, are sent from your nerves and interpreted by your brain as sensation, signaling that something is wrong. You’ve seen the black lightning I can produce. Do you want to bet there is a correlation?”
Shannon, doing her best to ignore the stabbing pain in her gut, grabbed her dropped sword and got back to her feet. She lunged at Andromeda, hacking and slashing from all directions, but Andromeda fended her off until she decided to let Shannon land another attack. Shannon slashed Andromeda’s arm, but it was she who staggered back, gripping her own arm and trying to hold back tears, while Andromeda’s arm healed in seconds.
“The mansion and the surrounding grounds are more than just cursed; they’re electrified. Anytime someone harms me while standing upon my Cursed Earth, that lightning attacks their nerves, so they feel like they were the ones who were harmed. I cut you, and you suffer. You cut me, and you still suffer. And let’s not forget that my pain tolerance is also far greater than yours, as is my resilience to injury, and my wounds heal much faster. So, by all means, keep fighting. Your suffering has only just begun.” She again tried to shock Shannon with her lightning, but Daniel, woozy but on his feet, interrupted her with another chord. “You!” she hissed.
She aimed her hand at Daniel and unleashed her lightning. He wasn’t fast enough this time, and he was shocked to within an inch of his life, unable to even scream. Wrapped in Andromeda’s lightning, he was lifted off his feet and pulled over to her, similar to Harrigan’s telekinesis. She grabbed him by the throat, keeping him off the ground as she strangled him.
“Any last words?”
“If you’re going to choke me to death, could you please use your thighs instead?”
Andromeda was momentarily confused, then the meaning dawned on her, and her face contorted in disgust. During that moment of distraction, Shannon brought down her sword and cut off Andromeda’s arm. Andromeda staggered back, hissing in pain, while Shannon struggled not to scream in agony, feeling like her own arm had been severed. Daniel caught her as she collapsed, the two of them racked with pain.
“I see you’re a glutton for punishment,” Andromeda scowled. She then stabbed her severed arm with her sword, picking it up like it was a piece of trash. She held the two ends together, and her arm reattached itself.
“Can you still fight?” Daniel asked.
“I can, but words can’t describe how much I don’t want to.”
“Well, as much as I would love to be able to say, ‘leave it to me,’ and then beat her with some awesome new magic, you’re kind of our only hope.”
Shannon took a deep breath. “If it’s only pain, but not damage, I can bear it, but the only way we can win is if you give me an opportunity to cut her head off. Any other injury will just be a painful waste of time and energy.”
Like her, Daniel took a deep breath to ready himself. “Well, it’s not some awesome new magic, but ... leave it to me.”
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