'I-It's o-over…' Jenera barely managed to think amidst the blinding agony.
She closed her eyes, before releasing a breath. It was over. There was nothing left they could do.
She awaited her end… one that never came.
Suddenly, a hot air washed over her, and the pain vanished.
'W-What?'
Jenera peeked her eyes open, sending a glance around. The screams had stopped. The paragons were no longer writhing. They each shook their heads, confused.
'What happened?'
Jenera turned her gaze to the sky, and her eyes landed on Kaelith. Only… Kaelith wasn't looking at them anymore.
His attention had shifted elsewhere.
Jenera and many others followed his gaze, and their thoughts froze.
A figure hovered in the air, his attire and hair dancing in the soft wind.
He hovered like he alone existed in the world. Like the rest were nothing but extras.
Atticus Ravenstein.