Tave looked up just as the massive blazing fire, shaped like a great phoenix descended from the sky, lighting up the Volcanic Orc in a storm of golden-red flame. Even from where he was, he could feel the searing heat licking at his skin.
It happened fast. Too fast.
But Tave forced himself to act, pushing his instincts, his training, and every ounce of raw desperation to move within those fleeting seconds.
Because Orion couldn't hurt the orc, not alone!
Not without help.
He thrusted his right hand upward. In a flash, several small, reddish orbs flew from his storage ring, strange, petal-covered spheres that shot into the sky like sparks.
Crimson Sepiths.
Tave had been collecting them, harvesting the volatile flowers earlier and storing them just in case. Waiting for the right moment.
That moment was…
"NOW!!"
Tave shouted, voice breaking across the clearing. He didn't have time to explain. But he hoped Oriana and Lily would understand what he needed, when he needed it.
