The pillar of light turned into tiny sparks before disappearing.
A pair of shaky legs made firm steps toward the edge of the watchtower, and there his eyes saw a marching band of soldiers.
"Took you long enough to get here," he muttered as he wiped the gushing blood from his mouth. Despite the distance, he was able to see it.
Finally, she came.
Right in the middle of the marching soldiers, a dazzling sunset hair fluttered, her golden eyes searching through the broken walls. They lingered until they landed right at the person standing at the watchtower.
"Eros."
The two looked at each other before being distracted by a sudden energy.
Their gazes shifted, two pairs of golden eyes glancing at the pulsing force coming from the manor.
"Is that…?" Eros realized it was the replica of the sacred staff. For some reason, it kept releasing a low humming voice, catching his and Athena's attention.
