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Erike’s resilience doesn’t help her. Something sharp pierces her chest first, and then her neck, at a speed that is too fast to follow with the eye. What happens next remains unknown to her. After an indefinite amount of time, the sorceress finds herself in an equally indefinite place, somewhere in the middle of the sands of a shattered land. For most other people, this would be the end of their life story, but whether it’s faith in the underwater goddess or the power of Sir Tanna, her limbs slowly but surely begin to heal.

A strong sandstorm obscures the view.