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Serlor already had settled on a partially collapsed house before she spotted white, shining armor, and in the blink of an eye the charred land was sent aflame in sparks of fire. She arose from the crumbling remains of the house and circled the flames once or twice, and landed in the middle of it. The flames were completely extinguished by the force. Only a small piece of the now blackened armor was left behind. She stepped on it, and doing so, the armor curled and was crushed to pieces under Serlor’s claws. A snarl unexpectedly came from deep in her throat. She briefly reminded herself, that [color=b76e79]"They won't come back, because they’re all dead."[/color] It didn't calm her down because the dreadful feeling was still there. As if, they were going to come back. 
[color=b76e79]Never..[/color] She thought. Her wings quivered and she moved about, anxious. [color=b76e79]" If they do come back, I'll be ready." [/color] She didn't feel ready, though.