The battlefield was in chaos.
Greenvale soldiers screamed as Vex cut them down one after the other. Her blade sang in the air, wreathed in shadows that danced to her heartbeat. Arrows ricocheted off her protective warding hexes, spells shattered against her cursed mantle. The air around her was impossibly thick with mana and blood as she massacred her enemies with a cruel grin adorning her lips.
And then… *Chime!*
Her communication crystal, tucked beneath her chestplate, hummed to life.
She sliced through the next three soldiers in her path, making their heads hit the dirt before their bodies even realized they were dead. "Damn it!" she hissed, yanking the crystal free with a blood-slicked hand. "If Black Fang or Orianna dares call me again to do this or that, I swear… I don't care if the front line is crumbling at 20 locations at once! Bother someone else about it!"
But as she was whining about the unfairness of her treatment, suddenly, she froze.
Dead still.
