With the lingering remnants of battle dissipating, the group rallied to clear out the remaining Fiends that scattered in the aftermath of Jack's explosive demise.
As for Lianna, though, after all the effort she'd expended, she could barely stand. She fell to her knees.
All around her, the sounds of battle, Fiendish screeches, metal sliding along flesh, and battle cries, continued. As Lianna took slow, steady breaths, they all grew softer, fading into the background.
[It's not over yet,] Lianna reminded herself. [Whatever that eye thing is, whether it's Saren or not, he's still out there. How do we deal with him?]
Suddenly, Lianna heard her name called out.
"Lianna!"
She looked to the left and found Enverna, no spear in hand, jogging up to her.
Her eyes reflected a blend of concern and affection as she got closer.
