"Let's get out of here," Ignis growled to his group, his fiery eyes scanning the void with lingering suspicion, the remnants of Blue Star's shattered debris drifting around them like silent witnesses to their narrow victory. "We are done here," he added, his voice cold and final, echoing faintly in the empty expanse.
"Tsk. Guess we will be returning the hard way. The mounts were caught up in the battle," Loki pointed out, his sly tone edged with irritation as he glanced at the vacant space where their celestial steeds had been obliterated, his hands on his hips in exaggerated frustration.
"That's the littlest of our worries. We just encountered a monster that we barely killed. Dracula's cursed bloodline, always an annoyance to encounter," Ignis spat, his flames flickering with disdain, the memory of Aaron's temporal tricks still burning in his mind like an unextinguished spark.
