I was trapped, alone in the midst of several battlefields. All around us, demons and undead threw themselves at each other. The packs Incinderus had encircled me with held, but what did that matter now that Victor and Lord Evlon had broken through?
R'lissea and Connor were still locked in battle, though there was something strange about it. Connor's scythe swung half-heartedly, still decidedly visible from my perspective. He had reached the beginning stages of eighth-level, yet never used anything stronger than a sixth-level technique to fend off R'lissea's summons. The life hero, for her part, was giving it her all, but it was only enough to keep him from wandering. She gave me a frustrated, helpless look, her eyes stricken with terror at finding me with Victor's spear to my throat.
