"Woosh." "What is it?" Fumeko appeared in front of the elf—his eyes that shed tears where wide open.
Desperation poured from his throat as he spoke, "Magic, mana! Do you still have some, t-t-the Firefly can absorb it!" he shook the brunette by the shoulders.
Fumeko shrugged him off and stepped back, "I'm not exactly full," she held her stomach and could hear it grumble. She peered past him and into the alcove, before shadows took her steps and she disappeared.
Under a single dimming ball of light, Tiffany and Asobi stood around Hotaru who cradled Colwyn's corpse on her lap—the poison had webbed over any skin and her breath had been long drawn out of her lungs.
The redhead carefully stood back up with Colwyn in her arms, while Asobi gently pried Colwyn's staff from her hand. Fumeko's brows unfurrowed a smidgen, "I assume she's…"
Hotaru pursed her lips and gave a solemn nod. Fumeko glanced over to Ben, who was standing speechless at the scene.
