A thick cloud of dark smoke rolled up in the sky, before a part of it descended to Iris. Chrysanthe and Amelia held their breaths, wishing for Iris to return to them alive and safe. It didn't matter to them that she was a darkling now.
When Iris descended back to ground, her bare foot touching the dry soil, the sky started to clear up. She didn't look like her usual self as her eyes were blank and unfocused. Gray smoke made things around her hazy, but she could sense several presence nearby.
The sky finally cleared. The rising sun cast a rosy hue across the morning sky, slowly engulfing the kingdom with its golden light. However, a sizzling sound was heard when the sunlight gently kissed Iris's pale skin.
"Hel?" She whispered before turning to her slightly burned left arm, which was also starting to heal. Her voice was slightly hoarse, as if she hadn't spoken for a long time.
