Shoria’s gaze darted to the side, to where the Superior Revenant, Helen, and her partner, Bones, were standing.
"Helen!" he called out.
The blue-haired revenant turned, her eyes narrowing. A flash of annoyance rippled across her statuesque features.
"Among us, you're one of the fastest," Shoria continued, his voice unflinching. "And I heard you know high-level healing techniques from when you were alive?"
Helen's elegant face twisted, her lips curling into a displeased frown. "Are you suggesting I flee this battle with the ghoul?!"
Her voice was sharp, but beneath it lay a fragile edge, a struggle to balance pride and pragmatism.
I understood her hesitance.
But this particular patch of land, where we stood, still offered a sliver of escape, a gap in the jaws of death.