"Now, it's my moment to ascend, harness my strength, and become the savior not only for you but for our entire clan. I'm sorry I have to leave you."
"Keep urging your horse onward, My Lady. Help awaits you in Clearport," Lavatri encouraged.
"I and the other healer girls will do our best to slow down the Vicar troops. Until we reunite in the realm of our ancestors, My Lady." With those words, Lavatri deliberately slowed her horse, a poignant farewell etched on her face.
"No! No! No!!!" Sophia screamed with every ounce of strength she could muster. Yet, her voice, still recovering from the harsh treatment she endured, emerged as a choked, hoarse whisper.
The enchanted horse she rode refused to heed her desperate commands. Sophia watched helplessly as her companions, her friends, were ruthlessly cut down by the relentless Cescil troops, the gruesome tableau of violence unfolding before her eyes, leaving an indelible scar on her soul.
