Chapter 22: The Isle of Thorns

Austin's POV

The moment before they rushed us, I caught Frank’s eye. He nodded, gripping his twin swords tightly.

The first two attackers lunged.

I dodged, my blade slicing upward. One fell, clutching his gut.

The Order of Aether then surrounded us, their enchanted weapons glowing with dark power.

We were outnumbered badly.

Shadows shifted, revealing more of them rushing toward us.

Their eyes burned with the same intensity as their weapons.

"Austin, now!" Frank shouted, dodging a blast of magic.

I didn’t hesitate.

The next second, the leader lunged at me, I quickly raised my sword in defense.

“Do you really think you have the nerve to face us all?” he sneered but I didn't relent.

We engaged in a fierce exchange, my blade clashing against his magical staff.

With a swift maneuver, I seized my chance when I found an opening and drove my sword into his chest.

He gasped, his eyes widened with shock, before crumpling to the ground.