By the time they got there, Shayma was already jostling with the ice-nets, not caring if they were burning her. She gave them a whine and they hurriedly got about to releasing Cyan, taking away the ice from him.
Falcon watched the wound on Cyan's chest closing up. The demon powers had already recovered him, and now he was beginning to gain consciousness. His eyes fluttered as he got up, trembling a little, but which sent the ground directly beneath him shaking.
His hide was growing back in places it had been charred away. So were Shayma's wings, they unfurled in all their glory, back as if they were never gone.
