Lavarea runs towards the lifeless human on the floor. The other nonessential humans had run the moment the gods have started to battle the goddess in the open field of the desert. Three humans huddled around the lifeless Einith, an older woman clutching on to her, a tall ornate woman and what looks like a soldier.
“Move” Lavarea says softly. She crouches down to her knees to touch Einith’s forehead. It’s still warm, which means there is still hope.
“Save my daughter, my lady” The older woman says to her. Tears streaking down her cheeks and dropping from her chin. “I’ll give you anything”
“Daughter?” The ornate woman’s eye widens in surprise, but she shakes her head. “That’s not what I should be asking. What’s happening to her?” eyes marred with tears while clutching at Einith’s dress
