Silent Savior

The call of one of the two who had been guarding the way into the Aurora had alerted everyone, not just the Maqian raiders. The bound Sif gained a glimmer of hope; they perked up, bright expressions appearing on their faces as they expected to see vigour-filled Sif warriors of the highest caliber storming the burning Aurora to overwhelm the enemy.

Such a thing didn't happen though.

There was no army of Sif. 

However, a savior had come.

Skullius hung in the air, courtesy of his gravitational mana.

"There's so many…" he said to himself as he saw the cordon of desperate hostages looking around for any sign of salvation. He sighed.