Daybreak II

Florian had all but escaped the situation unscathed― either that, or he had been speedily healed by the physicians before he ran out here to catch them. His clothes were still tattered and torn in some places, the fabric most likely snagged when he had been thrown out of the window earlier by the branches and twigs that caught him on the way down.

Fortunately for him, those branches damaged his clothing, nothing more. He looked as healthy as ever, and if anything, as angry as ever.

He had a new ring now, snugly nested on his finger. The aquamarine stone that was set in the ring glowed as he held out a hand, creating a sword made of ice out of thin air. 

Instantly, Ralph stepped forward, shielding Soleia behind him. He glared fiercely at Florian, who matched his expression.