You need me, and I need you

Aralyn’s POV

As I was just about to scream and beg for their lives, a handful of warriors in Wengarthrian battle gear jumped out of blue in the mid of havoc of the Macabantran arena. Their battle attire was different from those worn by Meeran and Macabantran warriors.

The dread washed over me, embedding into every pore of my skin as pins and needles of raw fright pricked down my spine when I recognised Norgarth and a couple of Marcellus’ warriors who tortured me in Avesta back in the day. Although, given all the crap which happened recently, this now seems like it happened a century ago, the memory of what they did to me is more than vivid.

And, likewise, I am more than certain that Norgarth still remembers how I beat the crap out of him, itching to settle down the score with me. However, he didn’t lay a finger on me.

Instead, he and a dozen of his warriors attacked the Macabantrans, freed Merlius and Nat and knocked down two demons who were dragging Kandreah, killing them o