Wail Of The Banshee

In any other plane, such a wall would be a powerful defence. However, the battlefields of despair were no ordinary planes. Even the massive walls of the City of the Unsetting Son had lost their defensive enchantments, so what good would come of this temporary construct if an actual expert wanted to get in?

“Too weak,” Beye said after a single glance.

“So a legend, then?” Richard asked. He still wasn’t completely sure of how the Daxdians liked to do things.

“Definitely, but I don’t know how strong he is.” Beye’s eyes narrowed to little slits as she started to lick her lips.

“Oi!” Richard turned to the lunatic, “You have to hold them down, not kill them!” Beye’s idea of a battle was kill or be killed; she would...