"W... what... h... happened..."
Fayna's vision blurred, a painful throb pulsing through her head. Her gaze was hazy, tinged with red as blood trickled down from a gash on her forehead. She tried to push herself up, her arms trembling beneath her weight, the world spinning around her.
Through the smoke and dust, she saw Falce standing a short distance away, her hands raised as a shimmering barrier enveloped her and the others. The translucent shield flickered with light as it absorbed falling rubble and deflected the lingering embers.
Deliza, Rasya, Gulia, and Erlaine all stood close to Falce, their weapons drawn, their bodies glowing faintly with the signs of buffs; enhanced speed, reinforced strength, protective wards.
"F… Falce… h… help me…" Fayna's voice was weak, barely a whisper as she reached out a trembling hand toward her companions.
