Minerva wiped the blood from the edge of her blade before putting it away. She stepped toward the massive corpse of the Blazelor, her veil shifting lightly in the cold air. With a wave of her hand, a faint glow rippled from her storage ring, and the huge bird-like body vanished inside, sealed away in her personal space.
She and Naviga stayed there for a while, letting their strength recover. The icy wind still bit at their skin, but neither complained. They sat quietly on the plain for half an hour, their breaths steadying, the silence broken only by the faint crackle of frozen air around them.
At last, Minerva rose ground, adjusting the red armor around her shoulders. Naviga followed, her mask hiding the calm determination in her eyes. Together, they started walking again, leaving the battlefield behind.
