"Selene? You good?"
"...no..."
On a street drifting of gargolytes' dusts, a shared glance by Adrei and the witch, the former's eyes blinking while the latter merely sighing in disappointment, as the young daughter of Adil the Elder gasped her burning lungs, curling up to the sword in fetal position Yasen would give a thumbs-up for, her face blushed black dusts for all the gargolytes she has killed, suffocating on the muddy blackness of the last stones yielded to her blade.
