On Desert Sands

Forenus carefully carried the sages onto the carriage, patting them on the back as they groaned in immense pain.

"Wish we could have come here sooner. Sorry for that."

Gideon coughed and rubbed his head with his hand, which had major burns upon it. The pain was immense, but at least it meant he was alive.

"Do not pity yourself. It was not your fault; the attack was heavily coordinated and planned out."

The Sage coughed up blood and heaved, however he gave a sigh not for himself, but to those he was unable to save.

"I only wished we were much more prepared for such an attack, even after all the warnings given to us."

Deborah laughed, cringing as Forcas carefully swaddled her burnt body in cloth. "Part of it was our fault, yes, we should have listened to the Jann more, and now Musa and many other innocents have been taken… and many more lie dead."