"Oh no…"
"The...the General..."
Voices of intense despair rose among the emissaries, the strongest Avatar was there, facing the strongest elf yet.
"Eryl!"
The servant flinched.
"Freya?!"
The Duke's daughter rushed out of the crevasse, she looked exhausted and panicked, but she was definitely alive.
"Freya? How are you... Did she spare you?"
Freya's hands began to glow, her gaze conveying a clear response to the servant.
"Take the others and go! I'll held them!"
Giant magic circles formed in the sky, the battlefield turning purple under the girl's artwork.
A giant ray fell on the shield, Nefertari, Rhea and Giudecca disappeared from the platform which instantly disintegrated.
The beam reached the ground and caused a powerful explosion, creating a large cloud of smoke, the perfect decoy. The message was clear to everyone.
Eryl took a deep breath and screamed at the top of her lungs.
