As the darkness continued to encroach on him, Zaer began to doubt himself and wonder if his shouting was doing any good. The light of his flames was slowly being swallowed into the black haze that surrounded him. He felt like he was about to suffocate, unable to fight against the crushing blackness. "Ayesha...! Don't give up yet..." Falling to his knees, he plunged Inferno into the ground to try to stay upright.<br/><br/>That's when he heard a voice. It was muffled slightly, and he couldn't make out the exact words, but the voice was comforting to him in a way. And the darkness began to retreat. Shielding his eyes from the sudden burst of light, he could see that the Light Elf was doing something, though he couldn't tell exactly what. It was working though, and that's what mattered.<br/><br/>His eyes locked with hers briefly, and he saw her mouth thanks before her eyes closed and her body hit the ground. Pulling his sword out from the ground and strapping it back on his back, he knelt down beside Ayesha and gently turned the girl's body over to see if she was alright. The Fire Elf was relieved that she had just lost consciousness. Scooping her up in his arms, a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "You really need to stop collapsing on me. I can't always carry you" he muttered.<br/><br/>As he stood back up, he looked in the direction of where Kayla had run off to, back towards the Storm Clan. Sighing, he turned and began to walk in the opposite direction. If those dark creatures had already started attacking the Storm Clan, then he needed to get away from their and find somewhere safe for Ayesha to recover. He knew one place he could go, he was sure that they would not have fallen yet, but he really had hoped to never return to that place. Given the circumstances though, he knew he had no choice.<br/><br/>He was going home.