One Blood Guard strode forward, crimson runes flickering across his face. “Ararat, years pass, and you remain as hot-blooded as ever. Today’s affair is none of your concern. Stand aside!”

Ararat snorted. Sword light wove into a lattice around him. “A lackey from the Celestial Palace thinks to order me? Dream on!”

The Blood Guard did not flinch. Sword energy raked his chestplate, leaving only a faint chalk line. “Your blade is still soft.”

Ararat’s features tightened. The enemy’s defense proved monstrously stronger than rumor had dared predict. Black mist swirling about him, Dioz drifted to the front line. “Mr. Goizeder, a wise man submits to circumstances. Jared is the nemesis of Malevolent Path Hall. Today must die!”

“And I’m here too!” Lunaria screeched, violet gaze blazing. “I’ll rip his eyes out myself!”

Kishor swaggered forward, one arm slung around Alice, laughter booming.

“A cluster of bruised gourds dares yap before me? One whisper from Whispers Tower and every dirty secret you own hits daylight.”