Although, the soldiers had fallen dead, Falka still remained in the same kneeling position with her eyes closed, and a fiery essence emanating from her. Her locks danced like wild fire behind her and the air pulsating around her writhed and coiled like flaming tendrils.
As she remained in her unmoving state, the trio approached her glowing form, but kept a safe distance from her.
"What happened to her?" Vlad muttered.
"She couldn't control her chaos, so it controlled her." Ari remarked as she studied the girl in her state.
"Her powers, not chaos." Ares corrected.
"And now she's in her chaos state because you refrained from doing anything. If we had intervened earlier this wouldn't be happening." Ari snapped angrily at Ares, but he was rather impassive.
"I refrained from holding her back and instead, paved the way for her to wield her powers. She's not weak." Ares retorted in a calm voice.
