Tonight we feast

Mira's boots kicked up sand as she sprinted, her eyes locked onto her lover.

"ERIK!" Her voice was tinged with a blend of relief and disbelief.

As soon as she reached him, she threw her arms around him and pulled him into a tight embrace. Erik reciprocated her gesture by wrapping his arms around her as if he needed the reassurance that she was indeed real and not just a figment of his imagination.

"Are you ok? You are not injured, are you?"

"No, I'm fine," he said with a beaming smile. That reassured her, but her heart was still beating fast.

But then, a murmur rippled through the crowd of mercenaries who had gathered. Mira pulled away slightly, following their gazes to the colossal figure lying on the ground. Her eyes widened in shock as she saw the Galewing's shattered head—its feathers now stained with its own blood.