After Erik went down, the battlefield went silent for a moment. Everyone looked a little dumbfounded at the chaos that was unleashed from one moment to the next.
One moment, they were having a tense but relatively peaceful conversation with some fairy. The next, Emily had nearly lost herself while almost being kidnapped, and then Erik went down, his fate uncertain.
"M— Master—!" Emily exclaimed, her eyes wide as she took a stumbling step towards the bloody heap where he previously stood. Guilt and self-blame rose inside her like a tide. He risked his life to save her, but she couldn't even keep herself under control? She cursed her own lack of discipline.
Not far away from her, Astrid blinked, her eyes no less focused on her husband's form. Yet, her discipline and awareness were certainly higher than Emily's, because her head quickly snapped to the side. "Dammit! Emily! Despair later, act now!"
