Carefully picking out bits of glass from Harrowheart’s face with a pair of first aid tweezers, Adia does not notice at first the Nightmare breaking apart around her. What does catch her attention is the Scythe of Elune. Formerly inert at her feet, it starts pulsating with a a soft glow, a pearly luminescence that gives it an indistinct, fuzzy look about its edges.

“Why is it doing that?” Adia whispers. The cobblestones shift beneath her feet and her heart begins to beat faster in a sudden panic. But before she can react otherwise, a soothing message emanates from the scythe itself.

Rest, child of the night sky. Your work is done.

The ground beneath her disappears completely, and she falls.

Softly.

When she opens her eyes, she’s back in the café, slumped awkwardly against a decorated wall. She takes in a breath, then another, and laughs weakly with relief. Viatorus did it, he put the cage back on Micolash and ended the Nightmare.

She scans the room for a sign of Ghost or Blaze, but instead finds only those who are far more injured than herself. She still has her first aid kit in her hands, and with the thought of helping her friends, she tries to get to her feet.

A wave of dizziness sends her slumped back against the wall. She shuts her eyes, waiting for it to pass. She’ll get up to help, she just… needs to take… a little… a little break first…