"Fight..."
"Win..."
"Kill them all if you have to...!"
"I can't..." Sol coughed and raised his hands again blocking a punch from Saat, but just as before, his magic was lesser magic compared to divine magic, his shields didn't work, his attacks were negated; she powered through his defences effortlessly and tore into his flesh with her bare knuckles.
"Please," Ikaris started crying in Eris's arms causing the healer to panic and try waking her again.
"Master, please... don't leave me alone again..." She shook as sweat slowly dropped from her forehead.
"What the hell is going on with Sol?" Han asked, looking at the crest on Ikaris's neck as it rapidly blinked causing a humming sound to echo through the carriage after they had stopped.
Arla who had been called to the matter urgently was shocked at Ikaris's state, knowing what she knew about the two, if Sol was in danger of dying then Ikaris would equally try and stop it; all else be damned, so why was she like this?
