The air hung heavy with ash and silence.

The faint wind that stirred through the ruined square carried with it the acrid tang of burnt flesh, the ghost of screams that still seemed to echo between the charred walls. The sky above, once clear and golden, now felt dimmer—tainted by the stillness that clung to the village like a curse.

The little girl's sobs cut through that silence again.

"Mother… please… where are you?…"

Her voice cracked on the last word, dissolving into a whimper that clawed its way into everyone's chest. She trembled where she sat—knees drawn to her chest, fingers clutching the hem of her torn dress as if holding it tighter could make her world whole again.

Luca knelt nearby, unsure of what to do, his shadow stretching long and still over the blood-darkened earth. He had faced monsters that could tear mountains in half… but the sight of that child's tears left him wordless. His throat felt tight, useless, as he glanced toward the others.

Lilliane's lips parted, but no sound came. Her hands hovered midair, unsure whether to reach forward or to keep her distance. Aurelia's jaw clenched, her eyes glimmering with helpless anger, not at the girl—but at the unseen hands that had done this. Selena's expression faltered, her composure cracking just enough for guilt and sorrow to leak through. Even Kyle, who always had something reckless to say, stood motionless, his usual bravado gone.

The girl's cries grew louder, more frantic.

"I want Mama! I want—Mama, please—please take me home!"

Her small body shook violently with each sob, until she could barely breathe.

And then, softly—barely more than a breath—Sylthara moved.

Her steps were soundless as she crossed the rubble-strewn ground, the fading light brushing against her pale skin, her shadow stretching unnaturally far behind her. The others watched, uncertain. Sylthara was not known for warmth—her calm was often unsettling, her voice colder than winter.

Yet when she knelt in front of the trembling child, there was something… different.

She didn't speak at first. She simply stayed there—silent, motionless—letting the little girl's sobs taper off on their own. Slowly, Sylthara extended a hand, palm open and empty, resting it lightly on the ground in front of her.

"It's all right," she murmured at last, her tone barely audible but strangely steady—like the hum of a lullaby long forgotten. "You don't have to be afraid. No one here will hurt you."

The girl hiccuped between sobs, still hiding her face behind her knees. Sylthara waited, her presence unyielding yet gentle.

After a few moments, the girl's trembling eased, just slightly. She peeked up—eyes red, lashes clumped with tears. Sylthara met that gaze calmly.

The little girl's cries had softened to whimpers, her tiny frame trembling in Sylthara's arms as the others stood around in grim silence. Her voice, hoarse and uneven, echoed faintly in the hollow quiet of the ruined village.

Sylthara crouched beside her, brushing a few strands of dirt-matted hair away from the girl's face. "Hey… hey, it's okay now," she said softly, her voice trembling despite her effort to sound gentle. "You're safe. We're not here to hurt you."

The child's sobs came in broken hiccups as she squeezed her eyes shut, clinging to Sylthara's sleeve. "M-mama… she said to hide… but the people—they said it's cursed—then… they started… hurting everyone!" Her words cracked into gasps. "They said… they'll purify… purify us all…"

Her words faltered, choked by sobs.

Aurelia's knuckles whitened as her fingers curled into fists. Kyle looked away, jaw tight, while Selena knelt beside the girl, her voice soft but steady. "It's okay. You don't have to force yourself."

But the girl kept speaking, as if saying the words could somehow bring her mother back. "They wore… black… black cloaks. They said everyone has to go to the square… and then… they started killing… and they took Mama."

The silence that followed was heavier than any scream.

Kyle exhaled slowly, his voice tight with restrained fury. "How could they not know? Anyone with sense could tell these bastards were cultists."

Selena's tone was cold, but there was an undertone of pity in her words. "This is a remote village, Kyle. Commoners here… they don't know what those symbols mean. They probably thought the cloaks belonged to priests or exorcists."

Kyle gritted his teeth but said nothing.

The girl buried her face against Sylthara's shoulder again, shaking. The dark elf looked down at her, then turned toward Luca and the others. "We have to find her mother."

Aurelia frowned, glancing at the mangled corpses that lined the path. "Sylthara… you know what kind of people we're dealing with. If they took her, she's…" She didn't finish the sentence.

Sylthara shook her head sharply. "I don't care. We have to try. What if she's alive? I know what it's like to be loosing a mother… I won't let this child go through that without at least trying."

Her voice cracked on the last word, and that was enough to silence everyone.

Luca's gaze lingered on Sylthara for a moment, then he nodded, eyes dark and resolute. "Anyway… now that we've encountered cultists, we have to deal with them. If we move fast, we can still catch them before they vanish into the woods."

A quiet determination settled over the group.

They spread out, searching for tracks, for any sign of movement. Selena examined the blood-stained ground while Aurelia scanned the rooftops for symbols or burnt patterns that might indicate a ritual. Lilliane stayed near Sylthara, watching the little girl who clung tightly to the hem of her cloak.

After a while, Kyle's voice rang out from the edge of the village. "Over here!"

They rushed over to find him crouched near a dirt trail just beyond the last burnt house. The earth there was churned up with heavy footprints, and a few black threads from a torn cloak fluttered against the grass. The scent of iron and rot lingered.

Luca crouched down, his expression dark. "They left recently. Maybe half an hour ago."

Sylthara's eyes narrowed, her voice cold with purpose. "Then we're not too late."

Luca stood, tightening the straps on his torn gloves. "Let's move."

They began to follow the trail—past the shattered fences and burned homes, past the blood-soaked earth—toward the forest at the village's edge. The girl's sobs faded in Sylthara's arms, but the echo of her fear lingered in all their hearts.

Each step they took into the shadows felt heavier than the last.

The forest path grew narrower as they followed the faint trail through the undergrowth, sunlight filtering weakly through the canopy. The air was thick with the smell of damp earth and lingering smoke. The group moved quietly, the only sound being the crunch of boots on soil and the faint sniffles of the little girl nestled in Sylthara's arms.

Sylthara's voice was soft but steady, almost like a lullaby. "It's alright now, little one. We'll find your mother, I promise."

The girl nodded weakly against her shoulder, her small hands clutching at Sylthara's cloak. "Mama always said… she'll never leave me," she murmured, her voice shaking.

Sylthara smiled faintly, though her eyes betrayed the ache in her chest. "Then we'll make sure she keeps that promise."

The others walked ahead in grim silence. The world around them seemed too still, too quiet—only the wind moved, carrying with it faint echoes of the horror they'd just seen.

And then, from beyond the bend of the road, a faint rustle—followed by hurried footsteps.

Everyone tensed immediately, hands on their weapons. But before anyone could react further, a figure stumbled out from the thicket—a woman, her clothes torn and bloodstained, her hair matted and wild, face streaked with dirt and tears. She ran with desperate urgency, her breath ragged, her eyes wide and unfocused with fear.

The little girl lifted her head—and then her eyes widened. Her mouth trembled, and a single word tore through her throat like a broken prayer.

"Mama!"

The woman froze mid-run, her trembling gaze locking onto the girl. For a heartbeat, disbelief filled her eyes—then, joy. Pure, desperate joy.

"My baby!"

The girl slipped from Sylthara's arms and sprinted toward her mother, small feet stumbling over the uneven path. The woman dropped to her knees just in time to catch her, clutching the child so tightly it seemed she feared the world might steal her away again. Tears streamed down both their faces as they cried into each other's shoulders.

"Mama! I thought… I thought—"

"No, no, my love, I'm here," the woman whispered through sobs, her voice trembling. "I'm here now. It's over. It's over…"

Sylthara's eyes softened, relief flooding her features as she pressed a hand over her chest. Behind her, the others watched quietly, the tension in their stances easing.

As the girl explained how Sylthara and everyone else helped her.

The woman finally turned to them, still holding her daughter close. "Thank you," she said, bowing repeatedly despite her trembling state. "Thank you for saving her. I don't know what I would have done—thank you, thank you so much!"

Luca's expression remained unreadable, but his gaze lingered on the woman with quiet scrutiny.

Selena, ever the pragmatist, broke the silence with her usual calm but cold tone. "Forgive me for my bluntness, ma'am—but how are you still alive?"

The woman blinked, wiping her tears with the back of her hand. "Some warriors… kind ones, like you. They stopped the men who were taking me. Told me to run. I didn't even look back—I just wanted to find my daughter."

Her voice cracked near the end, and she kissed the girl's forehead, whispering, "We'll go far from here now, my love. Somewhere safe."

Sylthara stepped forward, her tone warm but firm. "At least let us escort you to the next town. It's not safe to travel alone after what happened."

Luca nodded in agreement. "She's right. Cultists rarely leave survivors."

But the woman shook her head, offering a trembling but grateful smile. "No, no… you've done enough. I don't want to burden you any more than this. We'll manage, somehow."

They tried to insist—Aurelia even stepped forward, her brows drawn in concern—but the woman's resolve did not waver. "Please," she said softly. "Let me do this much for my child. We'll be fine."

Luca studied her for a moment longer, then gave a small nod. "Alright. Take care of yourselves."

The little girl suddenly broke free from her mother's arms and ran back toward Sylthara, hugging her tightly around the waist. "Thank you, sister!" she said, her small voice trembling but full of warmth.

Sylthara smiled tenderly, kneeling to the girl's height as she brushed her thumb over the child's tear-streaked cheek. "Be brave, little one."

The girl nodded before running back to her mother's side. Together, they walked down the other path, disappearing into the thin veil of mist that clung to the forest.

Luca and the others began to move again, but after a few minutes of quiet walking, Luca's steps slowed. He frowned slightly, eyes distant.

"Hey," he said suddenly, breaking the silence. "Even if she said not to… why don't we escort them in secret? Just to make sure."

The others exchanged glances before nodding one by one.

Without another word, they turned back, moving swiftly but silently through the forest trail. Branches snapped underfoot, the mist thickening as they retraced their path.

And then they reached the clearing—

—and froze.

Their eyes widened.

The air was heavy, thick with a coppery tang that hadn't been there moments ago. What they saw before them twisted their stomachs and turned the forest silent once more.

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