@phantasial ( event starter! )
"Haaah!”
Flames escape from her fingers, dealing with the goblins at a distance. Those who dared come close met their end by her blade. Celica had two goals in mind: tend to the injured, and protect those who couldn't fight. This mindset led her to set out on her own temporarily, promising Alm they'd meet-up later.
After running to the next nearest Construction Point, her eyes widen at the sight of a familiar form of magic from afar; but this seemed more destructive, almost as though the monsters were at the mage's mercy. Arriving closer, she spots his rose-blonde hair, and her tired breaths come to a halt.
"No, it couldn't be—-”
Her grip onto her sword loosens, her guard lowering for a brief moment as her gaze remained fixated on him. Her dear friend, who she felt only departed from them days ago, felt almost unrecognizable.
"Kliff?" She outs his name, a bittersweet tone to her voice. "Is that you?"
