Chapter 349: Chapter 349: Angel of Death

A storm was brewing, dark clouds rising in the distance. Groups of mounted imperials rushed out of the city, scouts and soldiers to join the war efforts, to get information and deliver their own. Sure you want to leave now? Maro asked, sitting next to her on the roof. The building had a good view, near the outermost wall. They have to be able to deal with it themselves. I cant be here all the time. The man stood up and stretched. You could be. I was. I cant do much good here. You could defend the city, be a reason for people not to attack. Maro said. She knew he was just fucking with her but replied seriously nonetheless. Sulivhaan is at level two sixty eight. Dagon at two sixty one. They have the Hand and the Shadowguard behind them. I trust them not to fuck this up. Maybe, She added, Maybe its the wrong decision. But if I stay now, I will stay the next time. I care about them, even a little about the city itself, the people living in it. Still, I wont let it hold me back. He shrugged, Your decision. I hope youre ready to live with the consequences. Like you did? She shot back and watched in amusement as he grasped his heart, acting as if a powerful spell had hit him. I was there. And I still failed. Perhaps it would have been smarter to focus on what I was good at. He said and stood up. Killing monsters? Ilea asked. No. He winked at her, Gambling. Ilea pushed some air out of her nose, Im sure the leaders of Ravenhall will rise to the challenge. If anything, the city would hold under siege. One level three hundred human wont change the tide of war. A level three fifty or four hundred though? Maybe. Maro snorted, One level two hundred assassin can change the tide of war. Lets not get into details though. Come on then. Or do you want to brood on the rooftops some time longer? Maybe until the storm hits, might make a good painting. Lightning flashing in the background. Ilea, the defender of Ravenhall! Lady Lilith, the destroyer, the avenger! He gestured wildly, nearly slipping on the slightly wet roof. She silently spread her wings, his words like static in her ears. Did I finally get my Resistance? Ilea wondered, the winds pressing against her bone armor, soon covered by ash. Maro caught up with her, the two rushing over the mountains with incredible speed, their target, Riverwatch.