Fae dashed forward, elegantly low to the ground.
She readied each sickle in her hands, clutching them tightly.
She glanced back once, before heading toward the flying Lich. The four raised statues took a step closer together, forming a wall.
The bigger one raised its arm, slamming it on the ground where she would've been.
She stopped instantly despite the speed at which she ran, easily taking a few steps backward while rotating to go around its arm.
The sharpness of her moves was becoming faster, the speed at which she ran, how fast she reacted.
[ Sacrifice ]
Power is not lost—it is laid down.
The offering is made in silence. No words, no flame.
Alexander watched with his [ Witness of All Paths ] as Fae improved by the second.
He then used the Will Breaker's sight to see around him, eyes popping out of his attire that acted as his own.
He tried keeping up with the pace at which the Lich raised corpses beneath him, the room large enough for him to do so for a bit longer.
