“Let Gear Works go,” Dusk hissed through bloodied teeth. “You want me to suffer and die? Fine, you earned that. But he hasn’t done anything to you!”
Banshee looked utterly perplexed at this request. Her brow furrowed, and then she bared her teeth in a twisted sneer that nonetheless looked like a cruel smirk. The sphere of light floated up off her horn, and then the horn flared again as a new spell was cast.
“… No,” she said, her eye narrowing. “No requests. No mercy for you corrupt slime.”
