The barrier closed up faster than Xenon's flames could reach. Faster than Jian could get to her.
She had been right in his grasp... after so long, he'd held her and was taking her away from a battle she should never have had to face alone in the first place.
But then, he felt her twitch, he sensed her pain through their bond. Muted as it had become in the time they'd spent apart, he still sensed the slightest flicker of it,
And he couldn't do anything about it. Not fast enough.
Just then, she was gone.
Again.
And in one moment, before any of them could react, Neveah was locked away from them, by her own hands.
But Jian knew there was more to it. This man from her past... this bastard that deserved to be ripped limb from limb, she had decided to face him head on.
She was a woman who'd always stood alone. Always shouldered her past, and trusted in no one else but herself. She was a woman who'd known so much darkness, she didn't know how to accept the light...
