Chapter 421: War Discovers

Protect all of our children she says, I guess I pretty much don't have a choice but to see this through to the end. The staff in Asha's hand was a silver so white bright it was white, etched with runes and scripts of a long dead elven language, and ending with a crescent moon that held a star in the middle. It was ornate, delicate with a tassel flowing from where the crescent moon joined the staff. I knew from experience that this was a casters staff, but that crescent moon was sharp enough to cleave flesh and bone in a heartbeat. Which was why when she swung it, the overly pompous shiny god and Dracula quickly defended, and explosion of sound and power filling the air.