"Mono/Dialogue"
'Inner thoughts'
Narration
Date: August 1072.
Location: Somewhere in Northern Kazimierz.
POV: Narrator
The hymn had been sung until its completion. The knights celebrate their victory, the situation was an unprecedented miracle. A miracle they can, perhaps, actually repay in kind. Of course, some of them had departed onto the next world. The elegy will no doubt be a solemn and somber affair.
They know, however, that if they keep looking down, their dead comrades would be very displeased. Thus they celebrate this victory as a way of honoring the fallen, their sacrifice was never in vain.
Kiril Nearl, as the overall commander of this contingent of stranded knights, was about to hail their new savior. But he noticed an oddity, the woman who sung like an angel of vengeance still kneeled with her hand clasped tightly... she had her knees planted on the earth... unmoving.
... Alas she toppled, but Kiril moved faster. Preventing her from lying on the blood-soaked swamp. Her body was heating up tremendously; she was struck by a blazing fever. But Kiril knows better, this is arts overuse. Her case seems to be among the most severe cases.
"Peter! Come here quick!"
"What's wro- what happened to her!?"
"Severe arts overuse!"
"!?"
Peter quickly kneeled and started using his light suppression arts, which should lessen a symptom of internal sickness such as fever.
The effectiveness of his expertise against Arts overuse is naturally lessened, but it is better than nothing. Her breathing starts getting rougher and rougher, to the point of wheezing heavily.
The other knights are also alarmed, their savior is now suffering a severe rebound. This finally struck a clear image of her powerful Arts, and it came with terrible setbacks. The knights grew worried but they were at a loss about what to do. They have no medical supplies left to spare...
Ioleta started checking her pulse, heart rate, blood circulation, possible physical trauma, and skin complexion. Ioleta is trying her best to help stabilize their newest savior, arts overuse could have severe and lasting consequences if not handled correctly and quickly.
"Check the radio!"
"Radio had been reconnected! Already calling for support!"
"Leticia, get the nearest support unit here!"
"On it!"
While they are in a frenzy, they hear the sound of a motorized vehicle coming closer. They immediately prepare for battle, thinking it would be another Ursus attack. Thankfully it is not an Ursus attack, but a familiar face that is more than a welcome change of pace, Jakub Roja.
"Kiril! Are you ok?"
"Jakub!?"
"Yea- NYX!?"
Jakub immediately noticed the Pythian lady he was with now sweating profusely, her expression was extremely pallid. He quickly parked the bike and stepped off from it.
"You know her?"
"Yeah, I was searching for you folks along with her help."
"Alright, questioning for later. Do you have brought any arts suppressant?"
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