Daemon's head snapped up, his eyes widening as a figure stepped into the clearing. She moved with cold grace, her cloak billowing around her, the fabric shimmering with a soft purple glow as she approached.
General Omhina.
The harpooner's eyes widened as he stepped back, his face pale with recognition. "General Omhina..."
Omhina's eyes were cold as she regarded the scene before her, her gaze flicking between Daemon, Osalf, and the harpooner. "I sensed your energy, Daemon," she said calmly, her hand glowing with a soft green light. "I came before you died here."
Daemon let out a weak chuckle, though his breath was labored, and his body trembled with exhaustion. "I meant to keep you out of this. I could've handled it."
Omhina raised an her gaze sharp. "You handled it so well that you let yourself get nearly killed."
