A few days later...
The sun was beginning to set over the devastated rooftops of Vorah, tinging the sky with shades of amber and rust. The city still breathed between moans and cries, but now there was a rhythm, a silent reconstruction. The bodies had been buried. The streets were finally beginning to open up again. And on that particular day, Samira and Rogue had already done more than their bodies could handle.
The door to Strax's mansion creaked slightly before opening.
Samira threw herself onto the sofa as if she were falling from a tower.
"Aaah, by the thousand gods and the little ones too... If I have to dig another alley full of rocks, I'll bury myself with them," she muttered, her forehead sticking to the pillow as if it were her new home.
Rogue entered right behind her, throwing her dirty cloak over a chair. It was covered in dust, dried blood, and a thin layer of residual magic that still crackled on her boots.
