Fyar opened his eyes. The first sight that greeted him was a calm blue light.
A giant aurora vortex spun slowly in the unfamiliar night sky. The cold light from the vortex illuminated his face. Around him, a field of dim, glowing blue crystal flowers swayed gently, as if blown by an unseen wind.
Silence reigned.
A constant low hum was audible, like the faint vibration of the crystal plants around them.
The pain in his arms and legs still stung sharply. Fyar looked at his hand. He was still gripping his pistol tightly.
Thank goodness I brought all my ammo before leaving the festival.
Did we succeed? In those three seconds, that asshole should have lost his power and been hit by the artifact's effect.
He turned to the side. Illya's body lay among the crystal flowers. Her breathing was shallow, her chest rising and falling regularly. Her right hand was still clutching the shards of Cyhas's black orb necklace.
