The blood of the battlefield is thick within Caitlyn’s senses. Ambessa was dead— that she knew. Some weird strings had grabbed her head and shot her eyes to the sky— but..

It’s all a blur.

Cait can’t remember when it stopped, but the priority for her was her eye and the massive amounts of pain it was in as her adrenaline wears off. She groans as her abdomen throbs from the stab wound as well.

Footsteps hurry up to the Kiramman— Vi’s. she knows that.

”CAIT!”