As the embers from the explosion still glowed in the night, a tall figure clad in black armor that seemed to absorb the light around it descended towards Asher on her mount.
The blood-red slits of her helmet betrayed no emotion, and her crimson cape fluttered dramatically in the night breeze.
"Are you alright, Your Highness?" Eradicator's stoic voice, muffled slightly by her helmet, echoed beside his ears.
Asher, still thinking about what happened, gave a silent nod. His form returned to normal, but his gaze remained distant. Fortunately, he survived Kira only because his Rupture of the Damned ability activated on its own as if knowing he was about to die. It was a good thing he learned about it.
