Chapter Ninety

Silence and dread permeated the air. A reddish black smoke rose from the air to the darkened sky, and everyone's view was on it. Elena paused her strike on Slovic to look up at the sky. Calhoun was already facing the encounter with a deep scowl on his face.

"What is going on here?" the shrill voice questioned. "Why am I seeing more people than expected?"

The smoky cloud surrounding the voice's owner dissipated to reveal Firoza in a black armour gown, her flowing black hair kept loose. She looked around the battlefield with an evil smile, beaming at the soldiers.

"Not what I had been expecting." Slowly, she made her descent to the ground, several feet from where Elena, Calhoun, and Slovic were. The latter, who was almost unconscious, but was still smiling, called out in a frail voice.

"Niece, you are finally around. What took you so long?"

Firoza turned around to face him and smiled once she saw Calhoun.

"Calhoun!" she called out, her expression changing imm