<span style="color: #00BFFF">Shortly after the fire had cleared, Morys witnessed a bolt of lightning strike from somewhere behind him and destroy a wraith. The red and white Anithrope was standing beside him, and, though it was the first he had noticed her, he realized she must have been there since before he cast the fire spell. He noticed the young one from before showing his worth again, and he was thankful for it. As the two remaining Night Mares, and final wraith moved to surround Morys, he felt he had little time to speak, and made a mental note to thank the boy later.<br/><br/>"Nithayus, help us to prevail!" Morys prayed, under his breath in desperation. He felt the thrill of magical energy rush through his veins, causing something similar to a caffeine high. As if sensing this new power, one of the Night Mares reared and shrieked. The energy rushed to his palm, heating it up like a beam of direct sunlight. Morys repeated his previous incantation, only taking off the God's name, since Morys knew that Nithayus was already aware of what was going on. A flame shot from the palm of his hand expanding and engulfing the last remaining wraith.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, the Night Mare who hadn't reared charged for boy, his pet, and thus the rest of their closely standing group. Morys was so focused on the vaporizing wraith, he didn't even notice the sound of fast approaching hooves thundering across the ground. The forest was devoid of any other noise, as if all of the birds, rodents, insects, and other creatures had fled to whatever solace they could find from the terrible battle that was still ensuing.</span><br/><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBF00">While Chaos was out of the bedroom, Laraine decided to adventure out as well. Although she didn't get out much, Laraine was rather content with ruling a kingdom on the arm of Demon. After leaving the castle, her feet traveled Fainta's city streets. The walls of the interconnected buildings had a tunnel of blood flowing through them. Chaos had once explained that the blood had been collected by demon mages after their war with the dragons and stored in the fountain at the center of the city. Laraine wasn't much interested in the Demons' past however, and focused more on the future.<br/><br/>The human woman stopped at the temple, a light breeze gently lifting her long black hair. A shiver went down her spine that had nothing to do with aforementioned breeze. Ever since the expedition had returned with the first of the three orbs, and the only one now in their possession, Dermythis' temple seemed... put off in some way. As if the milk-colored orb were slowly taking over the entire temple.<br/><br/>Deciding she had enough fresh air for now, and also wanting to check in on the Captain with her mirror, Laraine turned back toward the castle.</span>