Clair, scythe in hand, unfurled her wings and descended into the pit. She halted at a safe distance, preparing to wield her weapon.
Above, all the chiefs fixed their gaze upon her.
With her weapon poised, she closed her eyes, and it began to emanate dark power. The wind intensified, swirling fiercely around her, carrying dark smoke and tiny black fragments of malevolence through the air. Then black bolts begun to erupt from her weapon in fury. With a sudden glare from her eyes, she beat her massive wings harder, hurtling toward the thick wall with incredible speed. Swinging her scythe, she smashed it into the wall with a thunderous impact. The chiefs watched as a massive section of the pit trembled and crumbled under the force of her blow. Massive boulders tumbled into the depths below, while strong updrafts carried smaller pieces of rocks from the explosion, forcing angthens above to retreat further.
As the dust cloud settled, their astonishment grew at the vast section of the pit, as large as a towering mountain, now vanished.
Breathing heavily, Clair landed on the edge of the wreckage, drained from the immense effort of her strike. Cerro swiftly descended to her side.
"Need a hand?" he asked, his tone laced with concern as he noticed her struggle to stand upright.
Before she could respond, exhaustion overcame her, and she collapsed backwards. He swiftly caught her around the waist, preventing her from falling into the pit behind her. He knelt on one knee, gently holding her. "Claireth," he called, but she only moaned in pain, unable to respond.
Hilgen approached.
Cerro glanced at him. "She can't go on. I'll carry her back," he said, lifting her tenderly into his arms and taking to the air.
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Per arranged the clothes she had purchased in Clair's wardrobe. As she hung the last dress, her eyes caught sight of a square object wrapped in white cloth near Clair's jewelry box, tucked behind the glass double doors of the shelves. Intrigued, she opened the doors and carefully picked it up. When she unwrapped it, a smile spread across her face at the sight of a stunning portrait painting of Clair. She was certain Zach had made it for her. With the painting in hand, she left the room and headed to the living room to show it to Ark, who was playing the piano.
As she walked down the hallway, she noticed the piano had fallen silent. Upon reaching the living room, she froze at the unexpected sight of one of the eldest chiefs of Henthel, accompanied by two younger chiefs.
Ark stood quietly before the elder, who then turned her gaze towards Per.
"Pertis, you've arrived just in time," Averith greeted calmly. Per promptly kneeled and bowed, visibly nervous yet composed.
"Please rise," Averith commanded, and Per complied swiftly.
"I wish you had informed us of your visit in advance. We could have prepared a more suitable reception," Per said, her voice tinged with anxiety.
"Your consideration is appreciated. Yes, I should have notified you. There were pressing duties I had to attend to, as you know. I trust you understand that sometimes minor details escape my attention. I've come here to ask a few questions," Averith stated firmly, yet calmly.
Per sighed quietly. "Well then, welcome to our home, Elder Averith of the West. We have a meeting room. Please follow me."
"It's not necessary. We can begin here," Averith stated. "This concerns the incident in the mountains of Medora, a place known to hivrins. Both of you were involved. Is that correct?" Averith's voice remained calm, yet there was an unmistakable sense of authority in her demeanor.
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