"Bloodwing," the soft voice danced in my ears. "My sweet Husband..."
This creature was...WHAT? I opened my mouth to ask a barrage of questions, but the Founder had a more urgent matter.
"XAVAEL! My armor!"
The joy in the angel's crystal eyes dissolved into horror. Bloodwing had summoned his Armor of Rage. Xavael was impaled with a dozen wounds from the vicious spikes, and the celestial's blood was already spreading across my breastplate.
My gaze shifted from her anguish to the squadrons of the wasp demons diving through the clouds towards us. Xavael gazed upwards at the coming onslaught, fighting the growing wave a numbness from blood loss and drew in a deep breath...