un: starburst, toward the end of this arc.

[valeas]

( Emilia di Carlo has seen better days, by the look of her. Her battle leathers are torn, soot and cuts still on her face — but she doesn't give in to the exhaustion just yet, nor the bile in her throat. First, she addresses the people of Alem, dignified and resolute. )

Prince Haiva sacrificed himself and leaves his sister, the young Cle-Florens, spared.

I was witness.

( A pause, then, as she allows that to sink in. )

Hell is sealed.

You fought with valor so others might live. I'm glad to have fought beside you, and will remember your fallen just the same.

If you've yet to evacuate, the time is now. Hassir awaits.

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[valeas]

( There is no grace in the way she devours the jerky. She scarfs it down as though she hasn't eaten in an age, and it does feel that way. Emilia closes her eyes, allowing the meat to settle in her stomach. It still gnaws with hunger, but he's right.

It's something. )

Soon. Wrath wanted to give the Room of Seals one last look.

( Just in case. She would not leave him, and it will help her, too. To reconfirm. )

It's all... quiet. ( Almost eerily so. )

[blackscales]

Quiet, but not peaceful.

[ This place, even despite the sealing of hell, gives him a feeling of unease. It is better to leave, although leaving itself may not prove to be peaceful either.

Deimar still has to keep a grasp on his leadership. They still have to make it to Hassir, and hope the beacons work. That they can then leave Hassir without incident, those who remain, and journey onward. ]

[valeas]

( Her voice is quiet when she does speak. )

No, never that.

( Alem is in ruins, and she has little hope for its beacon. They'll keep traveling east, keep stumbling on mirrors and dark water. It seems endless, but she pushes that thought aside, so unhelpful that it is. There's only the next step forward.

She looks to Wrathion, this grim understanding and unease shared. Feels a bit stronger than she did only a moment ago, her stomach no longer so empty. With a lone nod, she moves to follow him, to place further distance between herself and this forsaken place. )