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“Forgive me, Lady Vyzoa. I… I acted out of turn…”
In a sterile room within the hospitals of the capital, Batlig, Holy Maiden Ldolza lay broken. Every breath she drew made her shattered ribs creak in agonizing protest.
“Hush now. I understand,” Holy Queen Vyzoa whispered, her smile soft and weary as she stroked Ldolza’s hair. “Rest. It is enough that you returned to us alive.”
In a separate ward, Mousel—who had carried the dying Ldolza back to the city gates—was deep in a trance-like sleep. Though her life was not in danger, the total depletion of her Divine Pulse had left her an empty shell.
“When that thing appeared… my mind just went blank,” Ldolza muttered, her gaze drifting to the window. She had been unconscious for two full days since the duel with guirelgal. Her limbs still felt like lead. “I put Mousel in shadows she should have never walked.”
Vyzoa leaned back in her chair, following Ldolza’s gaze. Outside, a pair of small birds pecked at berries on a branch—a fragile peace. Ldolza was a formidable warrior, yet charging a mid-sized Beast-Devil alone was nothing short of a death wish. Under normal circumstances, she would never have been so reckless.
But Ldolza had watched her parents incinerated before her eyes. Grief of that magnitude burns away reason.
As Vyzoa searched for words of comfort, a deafening roar shattered the silence.
The birds scattered in a frantic cloud of feathers. Vyzoa rushed to the window, her eyes widening as she saw not rain, but pillars of jagged, lightning raining down upon the city streets.
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