The others remained quiet; this was not something any of them were expecting, but none of them spoke up; they just watched while Seraphina got busy taking care of Alnira to make sure she did not lose too much blood.
Nova glanced in their direction and his eyes narrowed. He knew they needed to get her to a healer, and that too fast; otherwise, it would be too late and her blood could become a poison to herself, which would not be a good thing.
He returned his attention to the man, while Levan was there, blood dripping from his blade as he awaited Nova's next order patiently. It was clear, no matter what order Nova gave him, he would follow through with it without question unless it needed to be questioned and in this case, it did not.
Nova's eyes glowed faintly red mixed with purple as he waited; his patience was running thin at the time, but he also did not want to kill without being given a reason to. At the time, he had many reasons.
