"M-Master!!!" Vulture's loud, trembling shout snapped Kisha out of her thoughts. She blinked, her gaze shifting to the fireball floating beside her.
Despite being so close, it didn't burn her or feel excessively hot.
It radiated warmth, but other than that, it seemed harmless—more of a light source than a threat.
After a moment's reflection, she walked toward Vulture, who was crouched in the far corner, mostly hidden by thick roots.
He was nearly invisible, save for the fireball hovering nearby, casting a soft glow around him.
"What's wrong?" Duke asked, his voice steady as he approached. Kisha followed closely behind him, her eyes scanning the scene.
Vulture didn't respond right away, his body still trembling as he crouched down. Kisha heard him stifle another sob, and her heart ached.
She stepped closer, her gaze drawn to a dried-up body half-buried beneath the twisted roots.