Raegar's eyes were blazing with awe as the Hydra Blades tore through the berserker barbarians, their savagery undone in a storm of Aether and blood. His laughter erupted, a chilling peal that reverberated across the scarred battlefield.
In that moment, Drusilla materialized at his side, her dark fairy aura shimmering with unspoken power, while Baldur, the great owl, descended to perch upon his shoulder. Her piercing gaze met his, but before she could speak, his voice cut through like a blade.
''Mend my wounds, Dru,'' he commanded. ''I will go after every attacker and kill them!''
When the Dark Fairy heard this, she agreed and started casting her healing magic on him, revitalizing his body. Raegar grinned and summoned his blades before rushing after the surviving enemies.
