His head felt heavy. It was as if he was struck by a Steel Cyclone, but in truth it was the dense, volcanic walls of Halvung he had flown into earlier. Tamtu grabbed his head and slowly opened his eyes. The face of a Hume was hovering over him. The caress of soft hands relaxed his blurred vision and the raven locks of hair were parted with the same to reveal a familiar gloomy expression, followed by a relieved one.

“Tamtu… By the Astral Winds, what in are you doing here?” her voice asked. The White Mage got up with her help, and leaned up against her. He rubbed his head and tried to recall what had happened earlier. “The Trolls claimed the Astral Candescence… and considering the losses from the last Siege, it meant no one would set out to rescue the prisoners.” Najelith looked puzzled. “So you’re saying…”

“I came for you.”

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