-Sorry for the super late update guys, been really busy :/

~ The Castle Orynth is under attack, The Royal Heirs are in danger! Pt. 3 ~

During transformation Lysandra didn't feel pain. She could feel her bones grinding and changing form, but there was never any pain. No, the unwelcome sensations crept forward whenever she shifted back into her human form. The weight of that fragile mortal body is quite the contrast when one has just been tearing out the throats of men with considerable might. Whenever Lysandra was wounded she dreaded changing back into her mortal form, for fear the pain would overcome her human body. And though it did not seem possible, she would be lying if she said that the pain of injuries did not intensify when in her mortal body.

So, when she was struck down by her strange and fearful assailant, when her lithe and lethal body hit the ground, she did not move.

Her enemy had erected some sort of magical wall or barrier, and when she lept to sink her jaws into him, she crashed into it. It felt like lightning had struck her. And the slightest movement, like when she recoiled from the wall and hit the ground, resulted in that same feeling over again. So, there she was, on the marble floor, keeping as still as she possibly could.

This magic was something different. It was not the ancient power that Rowan, Aelin, and Dorian wielded. It felt new and wild. Lysandra could taste the strange tang of this magic in her mouth. It tasted like liquid glory.

Her hooded assailant drew closer, and Lysandra was powerless to do anything. And what a horrible feeling it was, to be entirely helpless. Lysandra felt as if the walls of this castle were closing in on her, just like her enemy. Aedion could not rescue her this time, for he was occupied on the southern end of the castle, assimilating a elite group of his men to retrieve Aelin. She was on her own this time. Or so she thought.

Lysandra could have cried in joy when she saw Rowan materialize out of nowhere and throw himself and his magic against the enemy.

Seeing Rowan in action was like seeing a comet blazing across the sky, violent and beautiful. Seeing such strange and amazing magic collide was like something as simple as the sky imploding, and in its aftermath becoming something more complex and incomprehensible. Needless to say, it was quite the sight.

As far as Lysandra could see Rowan did not have any weapons. He was currently fighting with his magic and his brute strength. And gods, he fought like a seasoned beast. Which was understandable considering his own children were locked up in one of the castles Panic Rooms. This was our home. Our self created safe haven and this was a place not to be trifled with.

Though the unknown enemy had strong magic, it was evident it could not last against Rowan for much longer. When Rowan found the opening in the magic barrier he was waiting for, he did not waste a second before shattering the whole damn thing. The attacker, realizing his shield had been compromised, dropped to the floor, both hands laid flat on the marble floor, and spoke in a language she could not understand. He disappeared a fraction of a second later.