It's been a week since I've left Shira to join the war. Having reverted to my true form and not that puny human illusion felt well; I was still troubled though. Looking at the oncoming Black Legion of Kaldar I turned to my battalion to charge, my wind strider followed into the fray.
Twenty paces from the battle time seemed to slow. I could suddenly hear Shira as clear as day.
"Don't die."
As suddenly as it came it was gone, I was back in the battle. Jumping from my strider I was in the thick of the legion, blades came at me from everywhere. My vision blurred all I could see were the open areas in the armor of my opponents, under arm, neck, thigh, elbow, wrist, all were perfectly clear. I was a torrent of death, Demons falling left and right. Suddenly I stopped, a piercing pain was in my back, I spun and decapitated my assailant, my leg was cut next, injury upon injury I fought until I Blacked out hearing nothing not even the battle surrounding me, time slowed again as I fell to the ground.
"I'm sorry Shira." Was what I whispered as I lay on the ground before I was engulfed in darkness.
"You do not belong in my domain child." Was all I heard before silence.