"No! Stop it!"
Liliana slowly opened her eyes, hearing someone screaming not so far away. She was inside a blue tent, staring at its swaying ceiling with tired eyes.
"It's breaking apart! It's breaking, slow down a bit! NOOOOOOOO!"
The voice was familiar; it was Mila the mage, crying right outside where Liliana slept. At that moment, Liliana came to her senses and sat up.
"It's tearing apart! Stop, you can't do that!"
She was alone in the tent, asleep beneath an old blanket and still feeling a sharp tingling in her back. She couldn't remember much after casting her demonic trap.
Looking down at herself, she was only wearing her underwear, and her torso was covered in bandages; the style with which they were tied up was familiar. The fighter's work she was used to. They must've won the fight.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
