The Blade and the Beast

And she took her blade and thrust it through the Dharkwave's heart, if it indeed possessed such a thing. With a cry of pain, a cry echoed by the cries of all the creature had taken, it fell to the ground. With little exertion, Cindara withdrew her blade triumphant. A symbol of her strength. Of the Army of the Light's strength. And in that strength, came weakness. For the creature was dead. Was one of many. She had slain evil – an evil that was an end, not a means.

Blood poured out of the creature's chest, flowing like the rivers of Lyrie. A foul air blew from the portal of Sheol. Around her were screams. Around her were the dying.

But this beast was gone. It would never see such carnage. And for many, that would be a blessing. But not for a Dharkwave.

Flexing her wings, Cindara flew off to find another target.

Like the Dharkwave, it was all she could do.