Arios began to burn in the flames. United as one through the petals, he tried every method at his disposal to shake off the fire clinging to his body.
He regenerated bark, swung trunks, grew branches to clad himself in thorny armor, and drove roots into the ground trying to seize the leopard beastfolk.
[It's over for us.]
Calofor gave up in despair and stopped regenerating roots. The bark, charred by the flames, no longer grew back.
[We've been abandoned.]
[That's not true!]
Rioas screamed with all the soul he had left. They hadn't been abandoned; they were soldiers ordered to win for the legion.
[Lady Astaroth left because she has absolute faith that we will win!]
[Fool. We're already done for.]
[Done for? That can't be! Even if we die, the Legion Commander will bring us back!]
Siora was certain. While he and his sibling had been running their own dungeon, Astaroth had welcomed them into the legion with exceptional treatment.
