El'Rion touched the dent in his chest as though it wasn't his own. He looked back up toward the skies as the entity faded. He didn't seem to be enraged, nor did he seem to be in pain. He simply stood up slowly and looked away. He stumbled slightly, but he regained his bearings quickly. Even now, he didn't seem to notice that Leonel was above him.
Leonel also observed these matters silently. His gaze shifted from El'Rion to Shan'Rae who was suddenly brimming with power. Her glass-like skin quickly recovered, sealing. At the same time, the number of stars that made up her cosmos seemed to have multiplied several times over.
She rose to her feet under a mysterious power, her expression a cross between a grimace and anger. She had almost died not just once, but twice.
