Meanwhile, Aether and Xara were crushed beneath the broken building.
At the same time, not too far from the chaos—near a quiet, almost-forgotten village—a small temple stood. From its worn entrance, Vesperine slowly stepped out, her fingers flexing as she examined her injured hand with a scowl.
"Thank goodness... I finally managed to escape from those old bastards," she muttered under her breath, her voice rough with exhaustion. "Ugh... I still can't believe I had to spend nearly a fortune just to get this damn hand healed..." She winced, shaking it lightly, her expression a mixture of frustration and fatigue.
Her clothes were torn and dusty, her figure bearing the marks of a difficult journey. But at least she had escaped the border zone and stumbled upon this village.
