[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/bKnH0lu.png[/img][/center] [hr][center][h3]~1446 | PARIS | FASHION SHOW VENUE[/h3][/center][hr] [color=#63B8FF]"Lucian!"[/color] Vera said, swooping down to pick up the fallen reaper, cradling his head gently in her arms. Reapers, all of them, herself included, were already dead. First aid wasn't strictly required. But such merciful ministrations would have to wait. It was foolish to try to treat the wounded when the battle was still unfolding. That was an old trick. That was how one casualty became several and then many. That was how an entire squad was lost. [color=#63B8FF]"Lucian! We need you to stay awake. I'm sorry. You must rest later. What monkeys? Where did they take, Celeste? What direction were they heading"[/color] Vera asked, shaking Lucian precisely. She had no wish to worsen his injuries. However, duty demanded otherwise. Kindness was weakness in the field. They needed a direction. Somewhere to begin the hunt for their lost target and their new unknown enemey. And soon! [@OwO][@dragonmancer ]