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The air around us had barely settled from the chaos when a gentle, melodious chirping cut through the silence. Agnes, her deep blue eyes reflecting the mysteries of the universe, stretched out her arm as an ethereal hummingbird - its wings shimmering with a million hues - materialized from thin air, hovering by her ear. She listened intently for a moment, then shared, "They will guide the beastfolks to the community's location."
Drawing from the regenerating pool of her mana, Agnes turned to face my sister and me. Her gaze, earnest and filled with genuine concern, met mine. "Allow me to heal both of you. You've suffered much."
Illyanna and I exchanged a brief glance. My sister's blue eyes seemed to shimmer with an emotion deeper than mere gratitude. "Heal the beastfolks first," I began, my voice soft yet firm, "They need it more than us."
