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It felt like they were saved when the light arrived. A huge flash could be seen from where Lucille was still fighting, having found a shortbow more useful for fighting the ogres in short distance. The smoke suddenly lit up, almost as if going aflame, and everyone started shouting and laughing, feeling a new happiness at the sureness that they were going to survive. 

Lucille sighed, getting another arrow ready. They still had to survive, so celebrating could and should wait. There were now more bodies than people next to her, and even though she had no one close to her there, she could feel the tears in her eyes. All their might, their trying, the fight, everything, only to end dead right before they were saved? What a waste, a nightmare, a dark joke. The demons were closing in on them, they were so close, but they still had much to do. 

At least that's what they thought. In between the smoke and screams, Lucille could barely hear a weird screech sound, something breaking. As soon as she took out the ogre right next to her, she spared a few seconds to look around, try to find the origin, make sense of that. She couldn't find anything, and tried to get back to battle, feeling someone too close to her for her comfort in this situation. She fought as best as she could, but tiredness was getting to her, her multiple bleeding cuts making her feel heavy and out of her mind. Against her own mind, she was closing her eyes, for longer every time, unable to do other thing. She felt herself falling into darkness, a weird voice talking in her mind. She fell down, but never got to touch the ground…
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She opened her eyes, her heart quickening, the feeling of falling down waking her up with a startle. She looked around, surprised and scared, sure that the enemy must have taken her. Trying to move quietly, she got out of the bed and started walking to the door, as silently as she could. But a voice interrupted her. 

[color=808080]"Huh… Milady… Where are you going?"[/color] She turned slowly, finding a maid. She was barely able to stop herself from screaming. It was Ingrid! The maid that took care of her at the Collegem. This had to be a dream, she remembered hearing around that she had died in one of the first attacks. Containing her surprise, she turned fully, and explored the room with her eyes before looking at Ingrid again. 

[color=007236]"Huh… Nowhere, Ingrid… I just wanted to walk a little, I was feeling stubby and sore"[/color] She answered, trying to convince her. Lucille still notice the look in Ingrid's eyes: she didn't quite believe her. But she was far too intelligent to try to get her to tell the truth. Changing the topic, she started for the bathroom. [color=007236]"Is the bath ready, Ingrid? I wouldn't want to be late." [/color] Lucille's coldness coming back apparently appeased Ingrid, who soon started fluttering around her and getting everything ready. 

After that preparation, a familiar bell sounded: if Lucille really was back at the Collegem somehow, it was time for orientation.