Matlock could hear the blood dripping from Sylvia's eyes. When he turned his head, she was on the ground, collapsed. He didn't understand what she had just done… why she had taken out Evangeline… why she had knocked out their strongest fighter when the enemy still had fight left in them.
She had said Matlock would die if they crossed the bridge. But wouldn't he die anyway if he fought an angry war troll, even if it looked exhausted?
Matlock had said he wasn't afraid, but now, left alone against the war troll, he felt his nerves tighten. The others were all unconscious behind him. He had to fight.
"No more running away… Matia." Matlock muttered those soft words to himself as the war troll finished catching its breath.
"Hehehehe, all goddess race lose fight. Just you… tiny fairy…"
Matlock took a deep breath, his wings fluttering behind him.
"This isn't Winter Haven anymore… I can…"
