In the little hut where Lyra had been staying and organizing the weapons, Kaia was busy searching for the map that her master had demanded.
While they were busy, a heavy lightening broke through the sky that they had to cover their ears and eyes. It came again and again, and when Lyra peeped through, she gasped at the darkness that had taken over.
She turned to Kaia, who had dropped the map she was holding.
“My Lady, what is going on?” Kaia whose index fingers were stuck in her ears inquired, her breathing fastened.
Lyra shifted her to the side and walked out of the hut. She looked up to the sky once, and the lightning broke out again. “Kaia,” she mentioned and looked back into the hut entrance only to find her female guard frozen at the spot she was before she left the hut.
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