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After the others went off to slay those in their path, Ilena partook in what remained of the concentrated blood within her thralls. The scent, unpleasant as it was, could be ignored, while the thickness of what she drank meant that nothing clung to the insides of her mouth after the fact. Perhaps it was closer to a pudding or a sauce than a liquid. Regardless, starved as they all were, it was bearable, perhaps even novel.

[b]“There’s no reason to delay the instructions of the Goddess,”[/b] Ilena responded, tilting her head towards Luna. [b]“And there is no guarantee my familiar will return either.”[/b]

That was all that was needed, then, for the trio to continue forth, past the corpses that they’ve all created. Bones shambled and wings buzzed as they strode through the ruination, only for their path to be paused by the simple fact that the bridge was destroyed. Obscured by fog and darkness, the skeleton of some great beast laid, picked clean by scavengers that even now returned to the site in hopes of uncovering new scraps.

No need to condescend then, even if there was the promise of more thralls below.

Ilena raised her hand, grasping onto the legs of one of the Exsanguinating Skeeters. Its wings buzzed a bit faster, but it would hold her weight, as light and insubstantial as she was. She doubted that her might was substantial enough to craft her own wings.

[b]“I will take to the air then, and will extend the offer to the two of you as well.”[/b] A glance towards the man in their company, fully armored as he was. Knights. So cumbersome. [b]“But in your case, I suspect you will have to be ferried after the two of us, Dragan.”[/b]