Combined

Clyde stood in silence, his Elderglass blade still humming faintly from the power it had unleashed. The battered warrior lay before him, trembling but alive but stripped of his silver armor.

Clyde could've ended him with a swipe of his hand but he didn't.

He turned his gaze to the horizon.

Far off, a faint explosion of lights marked the end of Asqa's battle. He saw the silver-armored enemy spiraling downwards, smoke trailing from his burnt wings.

Asqa was already diving after him with her wand drawn and ready to finish the job.

Clyde raised a hand, his voice carried across their mind. "Leave him."

Asqa slowed her descent, floating mid-air as she glanced back. "He's still breathing."

"I know," Clyde replied. "But they're not the enemy. Not really. Just followers. Mortals like we used to be. This war isn't their choice."