Sylph woke up to the warmth of the sun hitting her face. It was way past daybreak and, judging by the position of the sun, it was already noontime. She picked herself up from the dirt she lay on and began by casting a wind spell; forming a small cloud shade on top of her as she began assessing everything that occurred.
Sylph immediately looked at her chest where the sword stab was supposed to be. Just a few more centimeters to the left and the attack would've hit her heart. She was thus thankful that it missed. Thinking that it was largely due to Quinn's assistance who may have tried moving the hand of the enemy.
Nevertheless she was in pain. All her body parts were sore and so she continued healing through all of these. But this was not the top of her worries. It was something graver. Indeed, at the top of her head, there was one person whom she needed to report the event immediately. It was Zeke.
