Chaos

(Nice.)

Everything happened in an instant. 

Even though David had seen her lunging, his current body was too weak to dodge in its present state.

Yet, the sudden vibration from the bracelet acted as a jolt of warning, prompting him to instinctively sway to his left on noticing the priestess move towards him. The knife's edge grazed perilously close to his heart, but rather than piercing through, it struck him near the chest, a narrow miss from a fatal blow.

In a sudden eruption of chaos, the air filled with the deadly whir of daggers hurtling through the air. The followers, their loyalty unquestioned, rose swiftly to defend their priestess, their faces contorted with determination.

"Traitors among us!" Lucius's voice reverberated through the chamber, laced with urgency and anger. With a swift motion, he conjured a staff, channeling his power into lethal spells aimed at the intruders.