<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">The moment he said she was good, the balls fell to the floor, all visible once again, rolling in whichever direction they’d been bouncing before. There were visible beads of sweat on her forehead, as she panted audibly, her head spinning. She honestly didn’t know if she’d missed any, shakily turning to look up at Lucian and her brother. Her beloved brother, also sweating. </span><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">&lt;tell… Tell Lucian I’m gonna need him to carry me out. I don’t think i can stand…&gt;</span></i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she barely noticed the screams and cheers coming from outside the dome.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">Maintaining the flow of power was one of the most difficult things he’d done in his life. He honestly didn’t know how the two of them had just pulled that off, but eventually, he could feel her meeting him halfway, lessening the burden on him. When they finally stopped her, he slumped against Lucian. His actions could have easily been taken as deep concern and worry for her. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">“I… I don’t think she’s going to be able to walk out of here under her own power…” </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">he said to their master, mindful of the fact that Ordenel was still with them.</span>