The enemy is about to kill him when a shadow of wings casts across the ground they hold Xaden on. He smirks to himself, pain flashing across his face as he does so. Screams arise around them, the smoke preventing them to see. One of the enemy panics and asks what’s happening. Xaden can only smirk at him as he struggles to free himself of the ropes tying his hands behind his back, blood dripping down his lips as he grins. “my wife has arrived.”
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