Annomyn opened his eyes wide, trying to confirm from the little halfling's face that this was some cruel joke.
But judging by Bree's puzzled expression, the little halfling seemed utterly unaware of how vile his actions were. On the contrary, Bree could not understand what "saving" or "gratitude" meant.
This was the Abyss.
"May Yondalla bless your wicked, fallen soul." Samir pressed his palms together. The Harper wore a faint, ambiguous smile as he said, "Bree, I have a suggestion for you."
"Leave Annomyn's money behind and run. Run as fast as you can, because if you don't hurry, the only part of you venerable Yondalla will be able to bless is your bones!"
"Huh?" Bree still looked baffled. "There are thirteen of us and only seven of you. What makes you think..."
Whoosh!
Aaron's golden arcs of electricity streaked through the air of the Abyss, instantly paralyzing every vrock. A red beam of Eldritch Blast struck the ape demon's head, blowing away a patch of its face. Scalding demon blood splashed across the little halfling's face, making Bree suck in a sharp breath.
Run!
The little coin purses Bree had stolen from Annomyn jingled wildly. He flung them aside in one motion and abandoned his backpack as well, caring only about sprinting through Samora's streets. A jet-black blade sheared away half his hair, but he refused to stop.
Behind him, a bloody slaughter unfolded. The ape demon was being torn apart where it stood, while a torrential barrage of hundreds upon hundreds of Aaron's mutated Chaos Bolts swept across the vrocks' powerful wings, riddling their bodies with holes. Annomyn's roars sounded now distant, now close. The Daemon Prince transformed with seamless ease, and his furious howls sent the ambushing demons fleeing in every direction. It was the fear imposed