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The Cave

Elektra was crouching beside the Shaman, trying to terminate the flow of his soul or something from his body with her fingers. Her face was turned away from the group, for whom the world had stopped moving. Their eyes were on the immobile form of the child, small in death.

Somewhere, Nimuel was gasping for breathe, her voice struggling to find a scream that should eventually rise the dead. Saayan was whispering something, something in the language of the Shadow Realm, and Aelanor could not make out anything. There was some sort of cushion being pushed over the eardrums of her ear, and the world around her was trying to fade. However, her objective was clear: to clear out of the Nightmare's Isles without any further casualty.

One look at Nimuel and Aelanor ran towards her.

"You bitc-" Nimuel's words were muffled as Aelanor's palms covered her mouth and dragged her away.

"Aelanor-"

"Shh, Nimuel, listen-"

"Aelanor, Haz'th-" Nimuel's eyes sparkled with tears and hatred for the witch,
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