Stone to Flesh

The dark elf's ears twitched, sensing Tycondrius approach. 

...He was far too tired to be overly careful of his steps. He'd activated too many skills in succession, in defeating the final gorgon. It felt like his brain was roasting on hot coals... like the heat was expanding the liquid within. When it finally popped, he'd hopefully reincarnate somewhere nicer. It'd all be over for the him in this world... but at least he'd be over this blasted headache. 

Aria sat alone on the empty battlefield... adjacent to the magically petrified statue of Gold-Rank Weaponmaster Bannok. Nearby, stone debris laid about, remnants of the human's shield and shield-arm. Those were beyond saving. 

The Priestess had stripped off her light armor and tossed the pieces haphazardly around her. In naught but a bloody pink tunic... and with dark circles underneath her reddened eyes, she looked pitiable and frail.