Mark moved with terrifying focus right now. His footsteps striking the blood-slicked ground like drumbeats of war.
His jaw was tight, his breath unnaturally steady for situation like this, but his eyes… his eyes burned cold.
They weren't the eyes of a man panicking or hoping for a miracle. They were the eyes of someone who had chosen to protect and to kill if he must. Chosen to win over this predicament.
He saw Kaela who was wounded, crouching, with blood trickling from her mouth but still fighting.
She was one of his party member. She'd fought beside him since the campaign in the Ashen Pass long ago and had stood between him and death more times than he could count alongside Selene and Thorne.
This wasn't just another questt. This was survival and Mark would see it through that they make it back home alive.
He would not let Kaela or anybody die here.
