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"N-naya?" Helian asked quietly. Begging her to somehow hear him through the aether.

Lysilde wandered around taking in the current situation; seeing the bodies made her feel guilty in a way. But she had to reconcile with the reality that they were shadows of people that lived thousands of years ago, given unnatural long life to be the play things of a sick vampire.

With all the restorative magic within her there was nothing she could possibly do. They were out of time and perhaps even out of their very own bodies by the end. Altered beyond recognition. Death came for all and it had finally come. May Arkay make their road to Aetherius easier.