Kael appeared amidst the golden light and oscillating shadows of his own will distorting space-time. The aura surrounding him still hissed with echoes of channeled fury, but around him, the world was still.
The room was silent. A magical dome had been created to protect Sylphie from the remnants of the chaos. In the center, lying on a bed made of floating petals and enchanted fabrics, was her - the girl who had started it all. The one who shouldn't have suffered. The one who still lived... barely.
Ahri was kneeling beside her, her countenance tense. The nine tails were gathered together, enveloping Sylphie like a cocoon. Each of them pulsed with vital energy, channeled directly into keeping her alive, stabilized, intact.
When Kael appeared, Ahri didn't raise her eyes immediately. She felt him - the air changed, became denser, more charged. The smell of death followed him like a cloak.
But there was something in her eyes now. Something more dangerous than fury.
Silence.
