In the night, we feel so alive

Her pink eyes watched as Eltrys pulled himself from the glowing waters, his breath ragged and labored. The last slaver lay defeated, the eerie blue light of the bacteria illuminating the scene of their hard-fought battle. Relief washed over her, mingling with the adrenaline still coursing through her veins.

She made her way to Eltrys, her movements slower now as the pain from her wounds began to register. Her side burned where the slaver's claws had raked her, a sharp reminder of the fight's intensity. Reaching Eltrys, she saw the exhaustion etched into his features, she notice his legs trembling as he struggled to stay upright.

"Eltrys," she called softly, her voice filled with concern. "Are you alright?" She stepped closer, examining him for any serious injuries. She noticed the shallow cuts and bruises but not anything life-threatening. Satisfied that he would be alright, she allowed herself to feel the full extent of her own pain. She winced, pressing a paw gently against her side. The wound was deep and blood trickled down, mingling with the phosphorescent water.

"I need to go back to the Hallows and treat this wound, but first.. I want to see what they have on their ship." Despite her pain, she made her way to the vessel, the ominous structure looming against the night sky. Carefully, she stepped aboard, her senses alert for any remaining threats. Ellara searched through the hold, hoping to find something that might provide insight into their enemies' intentions.