They gathered together while jade city burned around them, the rising smoke amidst the harsh Ethra that flowed through the air churned the skies above them with soot, ash, and raw power. It would rain soon, the cold frigid winds and chill that spread through Elyria’s body was a testament to that, and yet, she couldn’t help but feel a small measure of succour in the fact that if she was to go down fighting, she would do it beside capable fighters as well.
Rhyn Verdan, son of Alaric Verdan stood warily, nerves still frayed as his blade smeared with the blood of revenant cultivators and powered filaments of the dead skeletal minions of the cult was held firmly in his hand. Healing elixirs as well as Ethra boosting elixirs had done the best they could do to the team around her, but the realization of just how large the scale of what was unfolding around them had just begun to settle within them with biting horror.