"Sirius!"
The moment Sephira spotted him, relief flooded her face, and all her earlier hesitation vanished. She ran straight toward him, throwing herself into his arms, gripping him as though he were the only thing grounding her to reality. For a moment, she forgot all her usual shyness, lost in the desperate need for comfort.
"B–Behemoth… I saw Hybrids, and they… they killed everyone except me…" Her voice trembled as she clung to him, her words spilling out in a breathless rush.
Images flashed in her mind—her small group surrounded, attacked without warning. A member of Behemoth descended, slaughtering the people with her. But then, when it was her turn, one of them had paused, coldly assessing her before leaving her unharmed. She could only guess that it had something to do with her race. Another elf, huddled nearby, had been spared as well.
"Where is he?" Sirius asked.
Sephira swallowed, turning back toward the scene. "Um… Cain took care of him…"
