Thud
Althera landed heavily on the edge of the cliff, only a few steps away from Robin.
She was dressed in snow-white robes stained with patches of black blood, while her hand remained wrapped around the hilt of her short sword. Blood dripped steadily from its blade onto the ground below, blood that clung to the rocks like tar, bubbling and boiling as though alive, eating into the mountain stone as if it were molten lava. Small wisps of smoke rose wherever the droplets landed, and even the nearby air carried the faint scent of corrosion left behind by the strange blood.
After landing, Althera slowly raised her head until her eyes met Robin's.
For a brief moment, neither of them spoke.
The sounds of battle continued in the distance, beasts roaring, arrays humming, and explosions shaking the sea below, yet the two seemed entirely focused on one another.
"You've regained consciousness. That's good."
