[The darkness recedes around her as Waltaquin's dragon, too, returns to embers. The necrotic energy, the smell of death - it all begins to lessen and fade. Tenderly she rises to her feet again. Zelkov's healing and the fog have done a good job at keeping the worst of the fire at bay, but she's sure there are parts of her dress burned onto her somewhere.
Lips pressed, she looks down at the body.]
Ah... so those were the flames of hell that Sonya felt, all those weeks ago. Xiao... What drove you to this?
[...Why does it feel as if they're all running out of time?
Oh, fuck, Wang Lu's arm - She isn't sure she can handle another invocation.]
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Lips pressed, she looks down at the body.]
Ah... so those were the flames of hell that Sonya felt, all those weeks ago. Xiao... What drove you to this?
[...Why does it feel as if they're all running out of time?
Oh, fuck, Wang Lu's arm - She isn't sure she can handle another invocation.]