Ronin remembered... pain. He couldn't recall if it was emotional or physical (it felt like some foul mix of the two, some heaviness in his bones that he couldn't shake), or if it was recent or older. But there was pain, and then... grey. A spire? He coughed through the dust, straightening up and rubbing at burning eyes, squinting to tilt his head at the obsidian shard jutting into the sky above them, bathing them in shadow. He didn't... where was the Wall? Where was anything?
"Hello?" He called, hearing a few other voices in the near distance. A few wobbly steps brought him within sight ofElyna and Edrei, both of whom he recognised as fellow guardswomen, and also... Loren? Something within Ronin relaxed instinctively, even if none of this made any sense whatsoever.
"Nobody looks injured," he remarked back at Elyna, jogging up beside her and calling out for any others to make themselves known and come closer. "How many of us are here? And where is here...?"
"Hello?" He called, hearing a few other voices in the near distance. A few wobbly steps brought him within sight of
"Nobody looks injured," he remarked back at Elyna, jogging up beside her and calling out for any others to make themselves known and come closer. "How many of us are here? And where is here...?"
