Raizen walked with Kenzo through the wet fog like his brain still didn't accept what his eyes saw. The battle was over now, after the tamers took care of the remaining Nyxes. Now, the noise faded behind them, replaced by the steady slap of rain on leaves and the softer sounds of people breathing through exhaustion.
Somewhere deeper in the trees, a beast roared - loud, victorious, like it needed the world to know it won.
Kenzo carried the armored figure over his shoulder without slowing down. The helmet still hid everything, thankfully. The plates made the body look heavier than it was. If Raizen didn't know, he would've assumed it was some elite Ukai warrior who got knocked out at the worst moment. He kept glancing at Enya, like she might suddenly wake up and laugh at all of them for worrying. But her armor stayed completely still.
