Map of the Coal Peninsula

TRANSCRIPT

Lily came rushing over, first to ensure that the wielder was indeed dead. Then she snapped out of her combat trance and the Lily I remembered came back.

She ran to my side, making sure that I was ok. I was, but the extreme expulsion of power drained what little energy my body had. I was able to get to my feet with her help, but movements were slow, weak, and shaky.

We managed to limp someplace far off the road and away from any possible reinforcements, with Lily grabbing the wielder's comms device along the way. At least long enough for Pathfinder to scan it, then Lily destroyed it.

But as we did, we felt more anomalous signatures appear around our battle site. I didn't recognize any of them individually, but with how they used their power, I could tell they were Cultists.

Fucking vultures, circling the fresh kill for their next 'meal'.

Lily and I stayed out of sight, and watched as they drained the area for any lingering energy they could harness, then left when it was bone dry.

Fucking Hell, if using our powers invites the Cult, we need to be very fucking careful whenever we use them. Because they might stop by to not only steal the spoils of the battle, but pick off the weakened victor as well.

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