River
River's dreams were rocked with nightmares. Visions of fire and steel clashing with ice, white hair and red lips, a mass of graves to the fallen. The dream ended with him awakening, and his body surged with a well of frost prepared to continue the fight before he noticed the greenery above his head and relaxed. He felt something wet on his cheek and wiped away the tear that had formed.
Dreams never lead to good things. He could feel his wounds and grunted in annoyance, shifting to look at himself and noticing the work done by Rosa. The treatment would make his recovery much faster, and with his powers active with his consciousness all his wounds except for the large chunks taken out of his feet would seal themselves closed over a few seconds. His feet would require some more doing.
He looked to the group and saw their exhaustion and their injuries, even the cat and the angel tending to the others were looking ready to hit the dirt if they had to do much more. Kira was out cold next to him, her arms wrecked by her own doing. He lacked the option to be conservative.
He tapped his chest and the violet pyramid floated out, covered in chips and cracks, along with it came two blue spheres which attached themselves and dissolved into a glue to fill the damage. His tendons began to slowly knit themselves together in strings of blood and flesh in response.
Sitting for a moment he tried to think of what to say, but he wasn't sure anything that came out of his mouth would have any meaning.
He took a deep breath and started the best he could. "I'm glad everyone's alive, there's nothing I can say to justify the danger I put you in. I made a foolish mistake when I entered the zone, I sensed a Named One and panicked and immediately confronted him in order to protect you, and I lost. I should have had more faith in your power. I'm sorry, and thank you." He apologised.
"I can handle Volga, the way home and our destination is just ahead whenever you've gathered enough strength." He added after a few awkward seconds.
After some time trudging through the forest, Allan would slowly feel the shift in the air as things started to cool down. Frost began to coat the grass, and over time that frost would extend to the trees and their trunks. Then the weather began to even out again and heat up, yellowed grass paving the way. Finally they reached equilibrium and the weather returned to normal, the forest giving way to their destination.
In a swath of blues and whites, reds and blacks, a battlefield frozen in time sat in the unnatural clearing beyond.
Two armies clashed in silence, their weapons frozen mid-swing. The ground was divided into threes, on the left was a wasteland of ice and frozen ground, to the right a blackened field of ash ribboned with molten steel, and in the middle was a corridor of untouched dirt. An army of ice statues shaped to look like people collided with a similar army made of a myriad of metals. Both armies were filled with strange characters, no two the same. Amongst them were familiar faces, Dominic, Lazarus, Blitz, Luka, but they were few amongst the many unfamiliar warriors.
Contradictive fireballs of ice still swirled in their barrage yet refusing to move forward, accompanied by clones of many other spells and long-ranged attacks such as arrows and lightning bolts. The other side held much the same, although items such as arrows and bullets were instead found littered across the battleground.
On both sides many of the statues and barricades were shattered or damaged by all sorts of sources, suggesting whatever occurred here had lasted a long time before reaching this frozen state. Spires of ice and medieval towers of metal rose on either side, many of which now contained some form of prayer or rune written on their surface. Above a purplish red sun presided over the battlefield. The scale of the field on either side made it seem as if two cities had gone to war.
In the midst of the clashing warriors sat a wooden door, written atop it read "Property of Pravus".