"Close your eyes, Eirin."
A gentle, unfamiliar voice of a woman, a voice that was not Leva's, a voice that was not the miasma's, but something entirely new, whispered into Eirin's ears. It was a voice filled with a deep comfort, a soft breeze of calm in the midst of the hurricane.
Its gentleness was so profound, so utterly out of place in this realm of pain, that it caused Eirin to follow the command without a second thought. She closed her eyes, the blue light of her own mana fading back into herself, and as she did, a woman with long and straight black hair reaching above her waist, elegance in her posture, appeared in front of her, floating in the air.
