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But while they are on the battlefield something begins to feel off. She knows that she has to recover over time, her healing is nothing that is always overflowing, but after all the healing that she has performed...
Brimstone is walking up to her, a lifeless person in his arms. Her heart skipped a beat, and as soon as she recognized who the person in Brimstone's arms was, she started running. Almost fell, staggering and fighting her way through the field. Neon, Neon was the lifeless body in his arms. This couldn't be! She was the youngest of them all, too young to even be in a place like this.
Sage's world was on the edge of collapse. As soon as she reached them she placed her hands on Neon's chest, but nothing....
A Scream, a heartbreaking Scream, offering her Soul to every God she could think of to give her the power she needed.
While concentrating and preparing the revive, her body was overflowing with cold sweat and burning pain. Never had she felt something like this while reviving or healing.
She tried to ignore it, this unknown feeling, the overwhelming pain. Pulling herself together and forcing herself to concentrate.
A shimmering light starts coming from her hands and flowing into Neon's Body. Her breathing came hard and ragged at short intervals. Sweat and tears mixed up with the filth of the battlefield. Dripping down the tip of her nose. Her body felt like she was burning from the inside out and at the same time she was terribly cold. The light from her hands was flickering, almost dying before it grew back to its normal state. More and more power Sage was sending to the inanimate body. Draining herself out to bring the other one back to life. Her lungs began to burn and her body was aching and the view became blurry. Not only through the tears which were running, nonstop down her cheeks.But as well as the overwhelming feeling of pain and loss. Another heartbreaking scream was bursting out of her, as she collected the last bit of herself together to offer it to her protégé.
A deafening silence ensued.
It seemed as if the world stopped for a moment. Forgotten was the urge to fight and kill. Forgotten was the command they fought for.
The shimmering cold was flooding the battlefield, such that it was possible to see your breath. The center of it was a petrified body crouching over another. right next to them was sitting a huge man with for shock widened eyes, holding the head of the body laying on the ground.
At that moment the chest of the lifeless body on the ground began to rise again.
Neon was back alive and taking a deep breath after sitting back up she began to realize what happened. And she started crying.