Schneitz didn't hesitate for even a single moment.
The feeling twisting inside his chest wasn't exactly fear. It was more like the dread of losing something that hadn't been lost yet, but he knew was on the verge of destruction. Without looking around, he raised his hand and space cracked in front of him like glass.
A moment later, he disappeared.
The Moon Spring… was calm.
A gentle silver light rose from the surface of the water and had plunged the space into deep silence. There was no trace of the chaos from the battlefield, as if this place was completely separated from the outside world.
Varenos and Lana lay in the water. Their bodies were motionless, but their breathing was weak yet steady. The energy of the moon was slowly healing their wounds.
Around them stood several figures.
The Fallen.
