"Do your magic, Mistress!" Mimi shouted in Cael's voice as she ran at the ejderha group.
The shapeshifter moved fearlessly, although there was no chance for her to stand against the ejderha forces for long. Ginevra grit her teeth, watching this.
Seeing soldiers marching forth to their death by the order of their commander and from their own desire to achieve victory even at the cost of their lives—that was a common sight in Ginevra's past.
This time was not different in its core. But for some reason, it felt unsettling to Ginevra.
The moment wasn't fit for introspective. Ginevra shoved these feelings away and focused on reading her magic incantation. Thanks to her earlier spell, she had a foothold for the next attack.