((Snippet from Locke's event "The Eater of Light" which signaled the end of his personal story arc!))
"I-Is she...?"
The last word wasn't finished, but Lili could nearly taste the fear just from his tone alone. Though she couldn't find the strength to open her mouth to talk. To assure him it'd be alright. To express how happy she was that he was safe...!
"She's alive, but if we don't get her some sort of medical attention I fear she won't be for long."
Vahl?
That's right.
They were still in the Eater's domain. Was he dead? Was that bitch of a succubus dead too? She couldn't hear either of them. Where was Cyrus? Was he alive? Thousands of thoughts flew through her brain faster then she could process them. It was then the Twelve deemed her worthy of enough energy to crack her heavy eyes open. But the pains...Gods above, the pain! Numbness as well, but where-
"C...Cy..."
She could see him. Just around Locke's arm as he was prone on the ground. Was he dead? Locke would never forgive himself if something happened to one of them-
Pale green eyes flickered from Cyrus and landed over her torso. The smelled of burned flesh assaulted her nose, palpable and nauseating with its closeness. Like sickly sweet meats and something charred. Lili's vision flickered, and then she noticed it.
She felt picked up as she stared over herself. When did Vahl lift her up?
"Quickly, go!"
Her torso was seared. The metal and leather tunic she had worn on their way here was blackened and the lower half of it so badly burned that the leather stitching and metal plates looked like they were nearly one in the same. Her skin felt strange as well with every step the roe took as he cradled her against his chest. Was...
Was her skin and the armor now one in the same?
Was her flesh melted to the tunic?
Another heavy flash of pain was enough to pull her under, leaving the darkness of the rift and the upcoming light of Oakbarrow behind.
"I-Is she...?"
The last word wasn't finished, but Lili could nearly taste the fear just from his tone alone. Though she couldn't find the strength to open her mouth to talk. To assure him it'd be alright. To express how happy she was that he was safe...!
"She's alive, but if we don't get her some sort of medical attention I fear she won't be for long."
Vahl?
That's right.
They were still in the Eater's domain. Was he dead? Was that bitch of a succubus dead too? She couldn't hear either of them. Where was Cyrus? Was he alive? Thousands of thoughts flew through her brain faster then she could process them. It was then the Twelve deemed her worthy of enough energy to crack her heavy eyes open. But the pains...Gods above, the pain! Numbness as well, but where-
"C...Cy..."
She could see him. Just around Locke's arm as he was prone on the ground. Was he dead? Locke would never forgive himself if something happened to one of them-
Pale green eyes flickered from Cyrus and landed over her torso. The smelled of burned flesh assaulted her nose, palpable and nauseating with its closeness. Like sickly sweet meats and something charred. Lili's vision flickered, and then she noticed it.
She felt picked up as she stared over herself. When did Vahl lift her up?
"Quickly, go!"
Her torso was seared. The metal and leather tunic she had worn on their way here was blackened and the lower half of it so badly burned that the leather stitching and metal plates looked like they were nearly one in the same. Her skin felt strange as well with every step the roe took as he cradled her against his chest. Was...
Was her skin and the armor now one in the same?
Was her flesh melted to the tunic?
Another heavy flash of pain was enough to pull her under, leaving the darkness of the rift and the upcoming light of Oakbarrow behind.
