The girl didn’t offer a dramatic speech, nor did she charge blindly at the remnant.
She simply adjusted her stance, keeping her feet wide on the slick, dust-covered stone, and took a sharp, shallow breath. Devvyn watched her from two paces behind, his own pulse hammering against his ribs.
The Remnant didn’t care that there were two of them now. It leaned forward, its huge, featureless head scraping against the arched ceiling with a sound that set Devvyn’s teeth on edge. The black rock of its torso shifted, preparing to bring a heavy, pillar-like arm down to crush them both into the stone.
“Hey!” Devvyn blurted out, his voice cracking slightly. “Are we—what’s the plan here?”