LOREN
The screams started behind them, and Loren's heart clenched. But the monster was still on the move. Or at least it was for a little while longer: his water burst through it, Pim and Haai savaged it, and Phoebe sliced it. With that, the mud was finally still. Too late.
Too late.
Seeing Sunjata's struggles, the summoner washed away the mud from the area around him, hoping to allow him to escape the morass. Continuing to blast away at it, he ran over and laid a hand on the other man's shoulder. A pulse of healing magic coursed through the bartender.
Only then did the Launceleyn turn to face the festival.
And saw the blood-stained ice.
No.
No.
No
His mind shuddered to a halt and his training took over. He sprinted back towards the damage, his own pain immaterial in the face of the dead, dying, and wounded.
Too late.
Seeing Sunjata's struggles, the summoner washed away the mud from the area around him, hoping to allow him to escape the morass. Continuing to blast away at it, he ran over and laid a hand on the other man's shoulder. A pulse of healing magic coursed through the bartender.
Only then did the Launceleyn turn to face the festival.
And saw the blood-stained ice.
No.
No.
No
His mind shuddered to a halt and his training took over. He sprinted back towards the damage, his own pain immaterial in the face of the dead, dying, and wounded.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
