Dain and you hate each other. Which was very unfortunate, considering he is your Wingleader.

You are engaged in a brutal fight with a Venin. Her silver hair brushes your cheek as she pins you down, her breath cold against your face, and her eyes glowing as crimson as the veins at her forehead. You can’t escape her, considering the fact that you’re struggling to stay conscious through the several wounds covering your body. Deep gashes line your ribs, and your right knee is destroyed.

“You’ll die here. Tonight.”

She whispers against your ear, her cracked lips brushing against the shell.

“Like hell she will.”

A deep voice growls, and even the Venin on top of you goes rigid at the pure rage of the voice. Your eyes widen. It’s Dain…

In the next second, you see the tip of an alloy-hilted dagger piercing through the Venin’s stomach, and her body shrivels into nothing. Dain just saved your life. Your head drops against the icy ground, completely drained.