As the suspicious figure with horns transformed into a dragon,
Garunya instinctively leaped forward, intending to shield her beloved master, Zilvagias.
But she couldn't. She was carrying the burden that was Liliana, which prevented her from moving as freely as she wanted.
And so, she was helplessly swept away by the silver dragon's breath.
(It's so hot... it hurts...)
Her entire body felt like it was on fire. She could hardly move. She had to be the shield, but she was utterly failing. She couldn't even understand her own condition. If she let her guard down for even a second, her consciousness would plunge into darkness.
"Ku-un, ku-un,"
She felt something warm and wet licking her cheek.
(Liliana...)
The Holy Maiden of the High Elves. Garunya once held mixed feelings toward her because, after Liliana came along, Zilvagias gave Garunya fewer head pats.
