The World broke before her eyes. A bright flash, an ear-shattering howl, a fierce roar of the thunder.

Muu was victorious. Content — even as she was sent flying.

The colours returned. Her focus widened. The World spoke once more. The awful taste of salt. The disgusting wetness of her own sweat. The numbing aching of her muscles. The shattered [i]corpse[/i] of the axe warrior. 

Muu was victorious. Content — a mere moment to be proud of her own exploits.

The World widened further. The continuous onslaught of the thunder-giant against the element of the Grave itself. The existence, or rather lack thereof, of Ash. The broken, yet unyielding, mage. And her declining Sun. Gwyn [s]and Matteo.[/s] Lying there, lifeless. Cold. 

"No..." Her broken voice whispered. "No..." Her proud self wailed. "No...!" She pathetically pleaded. With weak steps, Muu rose up again. Slowly, but surely, one foot in front of the other. A mere mouse between the battle of a tiger and a lion. "No..." She could only repeat. 

"Nonono..." Like a cursed chant. "Please..." She could only plea. "Gwyn...!" Getting on her knees in front of Gwyn's [s]corpse[/s] unconscious body, she gently started to shake her. "Gwyn!" Again. "Gwyn!" Stronger. "Wake up!" It could be so easy. "We have to move!" If only. "Now!" In a mix of negative emotions, Muu brought down her fist on her Sun — shattering part of her.

The World broke before her eyes, yet Muu had no tears left.