"Goodness gracious, Noah. You have nearly caused a mass grave because of your recklessness."
The voice came from a beautiful woman who descended like a beam of starlight, her figure elegant and composed even as she tore through the ranks of Hollows like paper. She held a long, silver staff that pulsed with radiant green energy. Wherever she passed, injured Hunters and civilians found relief. Cuts sealed. Burns faded. Broken bones snapped into place. Her presence was a balm in the midst of destruction.
Her face glowed with a serene, almost saint-like gentleness. Yet her eyes carried sharpness. Authority. She wasn't someone who could be ignored.
"Haha... well said, Aurora. My buddy here needs to learn some self-control."
Another figure arrived. A broad-shouldered man streaked through the battlefield like a meteor, his glowing spear carving a golden arc in the air before it impaled a rampaging Hollow clean through the skull.
