"Is that our place?" Mollara asked, seconds after she glared at a piece of cut stone crash to the ground.
"That's definitely the second section." Zelimia cited, relief on her tone although her mouth too dry to speak properly.
"Let's fly down, what are we waiting for?" Samantha motivated, jumping down like a needle and blowing Fire from her feet after to land softly.
"Get me some water!" Mollara shouted at a passer by who saw a small portion of the ceiling fall down and rushed to investigate.
"It's Mollara!" An older lady pointed, alarming for more people to join the celebration.
"Mollara is that really you?" A lady in her twenties asked, hesitant to take steps forward.
"It's me, we are finally back home." The old Mollara ensured, trying to be as kind as possible towards these concerned hearts.
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