Chapter 750

Rhea simply shut her eyes for a moment.

Vision could be deceptive, but the wind never lied.

Her Windchaser Ranger senses caught the faint whisper of wind being sliced ahead and to her right. Rhea swung the Death Scythe in a powerful arc, the broad blade crashing straight into the Ghostfire Command Sword.

Darrow's rapier was knocked away, but a dull pain throbbed deep in Rhea's mind again. Thankful