[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: China Country]
[Outskirts]
Puck hovered in place for a long moment, watching the porcelain people below slowly regain their composure.
They moved stiffly at first, as if unsure their joints would obey them anymore. Some knelt beside shattered comrades, carefully gathering fragments of porcelain arms or cracked torsos, pressing the pieces together as though willing them whole again. Others stared at the scorched remains of the Deseruit Beasts, poking at them with spear tips, recoil etched plainly into their painted faces. The battlefield was quiet now and the absence of the beasts seemed to weigh heavier on them than the battle itself had.
The suddenness of it all still rang in Puck's ears.
One moment there had been screaming, porcelain clashing against monsters, and the next—light. Swift and powerful. She swallowed as the reality of it settled in.
Her gaze drifted back up to Grimm.
