Bab 166: Departure

I was to be alone. Soltair and Trithe were hardly people I could call friends, but we had fought countless battles together for over a year. Under Fyren's training, the two had developed into frightening warriors who held the front line and kept the demons' claws from reaching me. In turn, I blessed them with my protections, practically invalidating the demon's magic and techniques. 

My power had been stolen from me by the inquisitor, and now, at the Arbiter's call, Soltair and Trithe were gone. For what purpose did I even go to the gate? Without Nexus and limited in my mana, I would be unable to provide large-scale support. The Demon General of this Gate was sixth-level as well, meaning Adaptive Resistance would be helpless before his attacks.