Aevala watched as the man’s eyes seemed to cast away the darkness; the unnatural sight made her stomach churn, but she did not allow her fear to halter to her pace. She was hoping to make up the distance that Dingo seemed unable to surpass. She had always been a touch faster than him, and she hoped her nimble feet would serve her again. Advancing on the enlightened murderer, Aevala readied her blade staff to plunge it into the grinning villain’s chest once more.