The nicht wanes slowly as the battle in the woods seeks an end. The lupix snap their maws at the galloping chevalis, [horse]. Kiora's heart pounds against her chest. She latches onto the stranger's hand. The lone soldier finds her position on the black chevalis. Kiora's energy flickers and she must return the scythe to her palm. As the lupix chases them, she grabs tightly onto the rider. Her body aches from the bite wounds decorating her arms and legs.
"Well, aren't you glad that I came?" A familiar jesting tone rings clear.
"Luce?" The tired Daemik inquires. Kiora cannot help but shout over the sound of growls. "Grattis Diu that you're alright!"
"Oh no, I only have myself to thank," Luce laughs. "I'm sorry, but we cannot rely on gods for our own survival."
Kiora tilts her head at t
