He straightened his armor, fastened its buckles, and chanted, infusing his dragonscale armor with the power of Chaos and awakening the strength of the Warp. Thorns woven from life magic covered the parts of Aaron's body his armor could not protect, while metal magic reinforced the rest, augmenting his already unparalleled magical power.
Four people would go to destroy Tugin's totem poles, and the key to their mission-Tymora's Golden Orb-had been entrusted to Aaron. Sealed within it was Tymora's molten divine blood. According to Lady Laeral, that blood would utterly destroy the totem poles and send Gruumsh's ancestral Ork souls sky-high.
The divine blood of Tymora, Lady Luck?
Aaron could not help taking another look at the golden orb in his hand. Samir was supposed to carry it, but he had passed it to Aaron, saying the orb was better entrusted to him.
Suddenly, a cry came from beside him. Charlotte hurried over, fine beads of sweat covering her long pink hair. Clearly, she had heard the plan. "Little brother! You can't!"
"Sis... Charlotte." Aaron put away the golden orb and simply stared at Charlotte. The younger brother looked at his elder sister, conveying his decision through his eyes alone. "Stay here, Sis."
"Aaron!" Charlotte planted both hands on her hips in fury. After half a day of fighting, her pink hair was no longer as radiant as before. She had expended a great deal of magic. Seeing how firmly Aaron had made up his mind, she turned to Lady Laeral. "Laeral?"
Lady Laeral lowered her head.
"Aaron, you don't have to go yourself! You've already done enough for Arabel!" Charlotte angrily grabbed his sleeve, refusing to give in. "Listen to your sister, Aaron. It's too dangerous there. Stay here with me, all right?"
Charlotte reached out, pleading with her