While Yuuya carried forth the unrelenting, though truly hopeless task, he felt his mind slowly wavering each time he forcibly climbed the rocky steps out of the crater. His feet felt wet and slippery, he knew they were bleeding. If it weren't for how he dug them into the ground, he would've surely fell already. He heaved intensely, but his lungs couldn't carry enough air to sustain his body's workings. He didn't pay much attention to it before, but it was a dull pain all around, and he knew that the internal injuries would soon claim him as well if he didn't manage out of this situation. 

His thoughts had been springing back and forth from concrete reality and the lulling of creeping death, and when he heard it, for a moment he questioned the nature of the voice that spoke to him. To him, it sounded like a fleeting whisper, the signs that the fated 'Reaper' come to claim their souls. 

He snarled for a moment, about to lash out at the legendary being, but stopped when the words finally sunk into his ravaged mind. 

[i]A living person...?[/i]

He then felt a presence of magic, though as he drew closer, it was actually more split into two separate forms, one organic and one more of a container of sorts. This created an imbalance of sensations in the air, being that one was obviously much larger but very repressed, like a giant pool compressed tightly into a smaller form, while the more organic being was almost nonexistent in comparison but was felt the most by the freely flowing magnis flowing from it. 

Neither of them felt familiar. He wasn't sure whether it was a good sign, or not. 

Glancing up, his once deep red tone in his eyes now fading away to a pale blue underneath the moonlight. What he saw was an aloof-looking light elf standing against a lush backdrop of a shadowy forest somewhat being illuminated by the starry black sky. It was a rarity to see one out alone considering their reputation of being rather reserved and he wasn't able to get a good view of the being because of his dulling vision, but whatever reason the person was out this night, he did not care. 

This was the only option he was left with.

"There isn't much time to explain the situation... I sense you are a user of magic, by chance... are you a healer?" he muttered weakly, stepping up to the man and showing the wounded Mihara in his arm.

"She... needs help."