“[color=lightblue]So, if we go the same way we went before, it would be a repeat of our previously failed efforts,[/color]” Savayna mused aloud, then looked to Grant. “[color=lightblue]Then perhaps we don’t go the way we came. Maybe instead of going from the ground, we,[/color]” Savayna let the thought trail into silence, her herself thinking about her next words carefully - thinking about their next [i]actions[/i] carefully. 

Without uttering a single word, Savayna stood up. Despite the pain she felt in her arm, there was no time to rest. Sure she could do that, but the more time she spent resting up, the more time the both of them wasted by doing nothing - time that could be better spent scouting other areas of the Rift to get into Omisace. 

“[color=lightblue]Come Grant![/color]” Savayna, tumbling forward once, finding herself using Grant as a tool to get her balance back, “[color=lightblue]the skies await us,[/color]” Savayna said. 

Her arm was out, Mateus’ Glyph appearing before her. When she took a step, Mateus came through it, and Savayna climbed on him. Though he grunted, he wouldn’t say anything. Instead, he waited for her to get situated on his back. She found a spot close to this shoulders. 

“[color=lightblue]Well, what are you waiting for? Get that Esper of yours out![/color]” Savayna demanded with authority, 

[hr]

As Wesley and Nadeline were both healed, Wesley could not bring himself to smile,not with the bodies that lay scattered about. Some were gone from this world, back to their creators. But others were still alive. Some still had a chance. This was a chance that Wesley would not and [i]could[/i] not ignore. 

“[color=fff79a]I refuse to leave them here: the ones lost, the ones fighting for their lives,[/color]” Wesley took to his feet, eyes sorrowfully looking at those that coughed crimson blood. “[color=fff79a]We have to save them.[/color]” Wesley said, “[color=fff79a]and the ones who have lost their lives - they will need proper burials.[/color]” 

In a matter of moments, something changed in Wesley. He went from feeling satisfied with knowing that Nadeline was alive to having a sense of responsibility for those who have lost their lives or still clung to them with their few remaining breaths. “[color=fff79a]My sister can wait, I’m sure.[/color]” Wesley said, stepping forward, hands glowing ethereal white and orange. Curaga was flowing from each finger tip. “[color=fff79a]I vow to each and everyone of you,[/color]” Wesley would say to those who could hear him, “[color=fff79a]I [i]will[/i] save you all — [i][b]we[/b][/i] will save you all.[/color]”

And then Wesley went to work. Hopefully with Nadeline’s enhanced powers, they might have a chance of saving the less-than-twenty people who had severe to critical injuries.