Outside the Hidden Reprieve, gray clouds thickened the mist as the powdery ash layer of the ground was kicked to the side.
Everyone in the meeting room came rushing out at the sudden news.
Daru, Caleb, and Lesha were in the lead, the latter two turning into abominable Damnedlings the moment they crossed the mystical boundary.
As soon as they did, they heard it.
Sounds of an ongoing skirmish.
The source was neither too far nor too close, and it was only the faint echoes that they heard.
Still, the three had been in Limbo for long enough that they knew how to trace such noises.
They quickly sprinted over.
Then, Daru froze as his eyes fell upon the Visitor.
A silver-haired young woman with silver eyes, donning a silver battle armor and wielding an icy-silver flyssa.
It was as though time stopped for him at that moment.
He didn't know why, but an overwhelming sense of familiarity washed over him, mainly due to the appearance of the fair silver lady.
