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After a while, Seirei's aura faded out entirely. Storing the energy inside rather than displaying it so he could recover faster. In the mean time his body was as pale as it was going to get, looking exactly like a corpse except for a faint heartbeat about every minute. It was so slow and so weak that you wouldn't feel his pulse even if you happened to check at the right time. He was still alive, but barely. His spirit was drained and needed recharging. Once that was done he'd be back to normal but no one here knew that. Sintariun's spell didn't seem to have done anything either, which wasn't encouraging but it had did what it could. His muscles, somewhat torn and super strained from what he'd just done were now repaired. He'd thank her when he was revived.

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After Tori had hit the weak spot on the queen, Zen stabbed his sword into the queen's chest. Then he pulled it out before any acid got on the sword or him. Then he stabbed again, pulled out his sword, and jumped back to see if the queen was going to die yet.

Liah looked rather offended at being treated like she had been, but relieved to know Seirei would be alright. Just then, Damon walked over, satisfied that nothing else would harm them at the moment. He offered to carry people, and Liah figured he could hold about two. Trying to lift Sintariun up onto the tall wolf wasn't working out. "Um...could someone help me?" She asked no one in particular. It was a bit embarrassing for her to be asking for help but she wouldn't be able to do it otherwise.

Gia's sleep became heavy as her mind seemed to turn towards a pathway otherwise locked. It turned out to be a door on her memories that in the past she could not have gained access to except in sleep alone. She'd run to that door, but again the lock was too strong to break. Her face didn't show any signs of change, but her sleep did a little as she'd be little lighter in weight. Her long sword would be the only major weight that would truly change how much she weighed. The posiblities of this happening probably had to do something with how she was recovering her magic slowly. Instead of her wings coming back out of her back, they had remained inside of her body thus making her body a little lighter. Her hand though was clenched in a way just like she was trying to twist open a door, like in the dream she is having. The dream's door stayed open as she said something in her sleep, if it startled anyone it would probably be because it would be in elven a language she had not spoken since she left the island. "Mellonea", Gia herself couldn't hear herself say this as she heard her say friends in common in her dream when she was seeing another dream this time of the golden dragons of the isle.

(Friends.)

Sintariun shifted in her sleep as she felt herself being moved. Groaning, the elf paused when she felt fur and smelled the wolf. Her mind recognized Damon and she sighed as she took a handful gently and nuzzled against the fur recalling when she was back home how she'd escape the palace and sleep with some of her animal friends.

After awhile, Sintariun woke and looked down at seeing Damon beneath her and petted him with a small smile. Dwomc uay vilu nykw jliod harf, E on em uayl tipd. Slipping off his back, Sintariun patted Damon again and glanced at the winged human female with some concern.

Brushing her magic over the female, Sintariun smiled finding she wasn't hurt just exhausted. Noticing something, the elf glanced at her body, she'd been healed completely. At a loss for words, the elf was going to make sure she found out and thanked the person who did so.

Glancing around, Sintariun spotted Ramiel carrying a still ill looking Seirei. Yet if he was dead they would've left him so he had to either need medical attention or rest like the rest of them. Noting that the rest of them were there, Sintariun couldn't help a smile from crossing her face at their luck and walked beside Damon and Liah. Remembering the queen beetle, the elf sighed in relief, she was able to do something, not much but enough to help her comrades, that's all that mattered.

(Thank you very much great wolf, I am in your debt.)

Zen shethed his sword and planted it in the ground so he could lean on it. He was exhausted, despite Gia's magic. But then he saw the others starting to leave, so he followed. At least the queen was dead. No more bugs at least. he thought to himself.

Tori sighed as the Queen died. Turning her head, she looked for the rest of the group. She noticed some were too tired to walk but it seemed like they were being taken care of. Tori headed over to the group and began to follow them again. She was still holding her axe, which was covered in who know's what, but rested it on her shoulder. The fight had taken a lot of energy, so she was too tired, but she still had enough energy to continue on walking. But, her feet were still very sore from the acid, making each movement very uneasy for her. Yet, she tried her best to ignore all of the pain.