<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla flattened herself against the wall, waiting for the burst of shards of glass. She didn’t have enough time to run, with the wind being knocked out of her from slamming into the wall the way she did. It was only when she felt herself plunged into an area of darkness, hearing the clone explode but feeling nothing at all. She shakily looked up to see Lucian’s face, hearing Illian scream in pain.</span><br/><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">&lt;he’s coming. And apparently teleports...&gt;</span><br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(166, 255, 77)">&lt; He’s already here…&gt; </span></i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">but there was something off in her tone.</span><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">&lt;are you okay? Tell me you’re okay&gt;</span><br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">&lt;I’m fine Xi… I think. For now. I…. we’ll talk in private tonight.&gt;</span></i>