Palas was using a tree as a bat. Valentius aimed.
The giant took hold of Brutus and placed the animal in the way of the arrow.
Valentius still let the arrow loose.
"Albert," Valentius needed to know that what he was doing was right, that he was not bathing this forest in blood for the wrong reason.
"Yes?" The blonde was sitting by him. His eyes closed. His braid was slowly being undone by the pressure he was putting on himself.
"How much do you think we can get for the blood of a giant as big as Palas?" It was the practical thing to ask.
When Nero and Amos first gave him the summons, they told him he should never use it unless he were close to death.
But Valentius refused to let the thing rampage in the countryside. Palas had been banished to the time rune for massacring an entire nation.
Back when the Nightshade Empire had been just one walled city. A city ruled by a brave brigand.
A melting pot for the refuse of the world.
