Aria and Lyra watched the battle from the highest tower in Blackwood. The thick mist from Aria's curse still enveloped the city's entrance, and the screams and metallic clang of swords echoed distantly. From their vantage point, they could see Ethan moving with almost supernatural agility, his shadowy scythes glinting darkly as they cut down the soldiers of Ardyn one after another.
Lyra, the black-furred ratkin, watched the scene with evident concern. Despite her naturally timid disposition, her relationship with Ethan had stirred a kind of dependency in her. Ethan had been her refuge, her emotional support, and now, seeing her protector in such a violent battle filled her with anxiety.
"Aria..." Lyra said, her voice barely a whisper as she looked at the beautiful woman beside her. "Shouldn't we... I don't know... help Ethan?"
