Amon carried Alice in his arms as he flew toward a nearby cluster of trees. Once he was far enough from the battlefield, he descended and landed among the bushes.
Alice remained limp in his arms. She was no longer crying.
When Amon looked down at her, he realized that she had lost consciousness. The mental shock, combined with physical exhaustion, had finally overwhelmed her.
'This distance should be enough.'
They weren't particularly far from the battlefield, but Kethos was unlikely to target this area while there were still plenty of villagers closer to it.
Amon carefully laid Alice down behind a bush, resting her against the trunk of a tree.
He gently brushed the tears from her cheeks.
"Dammit..."
He clenched his jaw as he recalled what had happened to her mother.
