"Huff…huff…."
"Sylva, just breathe okay? Take your time. Where's the water!?!" An uncharacteristic burst of emotion from Luna rang out in her worry to her sister who collapsed on the ground upon the completion of the task given to her by the Priestess.
Sylva's face was pale as paper.A violent coughing and heaving was followed by liters of blood escaping through her mouth. The pain was overwhelming, enough for Sylva to collapse on the ground. Sylva's state grew worse by the passing second and Luna's worries grew without end.
Even still, a smile remained securely on her pale lips. A broken staff was right in front of them. It was a testament. Proof of their success. Glass of unknown materials scattered on the ground had taken the place of the three headed pooch that was right in front of them was no more.
"Sylva!"
