“Ichor”
Pyra stood before Hala's broken body, her hands trembling as they hovered over her pseudo-daughter's still chest. Tendrils of green magick flickered from her fingers, drawn from every ounce of her soul as the dark waters of life flowed around them, seeping into the earth.
Desperation clawed at Pyra's heart as she raised her arms to the sky, summoning the ancient powers of the moon, now shrouded in darkness. Tears blurred her vision, but still, she called to the moon and raised her arms, summoning the ancient powers with a voice that trembled with rage. "You will not take her from me!" she shouted, drawing on every ounce of strength and fury within her, demanding fate's atonement.