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She floated forward until she came to the slumped form of Fey, the centaur looked in bad shape, her whole body covered in scratches and bruises.

"F-fey! Are you okay! Please! Please be okay! I can't save the others without you. Oh gods please be alive!"

She gently lifted the centaur into the air, mud dripping away from her body as she rose. The pain of having her broken ribs shifted however gently caused the centaur to gasp awake, her head whipping around in a panic.

"It's okay Fey, it's over, the hob is dead."

Fey blinked at her. "You, you killed him?"

Flora nodded. "Never did I expect to find a monster like that on a simple goblin hunting job. That was terrifying, goblins aren't supposed to be magically powerful let alone anything like that, that is if that thing even was a goblin."

She eyed a trickle of blood that ran down Fey's human stomach and grimaced.

"Fey you need to heal, I, I'm not even sure where Ella is, it might be bad. Vivi is probably fine but..."

Fey gave her a frightened look and she hurried to heal herself. Her palms began to glow emitting a green light and sending glowing green particles drifting into the air. As Flora watched the centaur's body began to knit itself back together. She could see the ribs beneath her fur shift back into their original position, sealing together and becoming whole once more even as cuts and bruises all over her body softened and became healthy flesh once more.

Flora had forgotten just quite how good Fey was at healing and in half a minute the centaur was as she was before coming to the forest, healthy and healed.

"Put me down, we need to find Ella!"

"Oh, right, sorry."

The centaur dropped to the ground and dashed off into the woods with Flora following.

They hurried past piled up trees and branches, scorched black in places, soaking wet now, a testament to the sheer magical obliteration that had taken place.

It wasn't long before Fey spotted something, a hand, a deathly pale hand, sticking from beneath a fallen tree. She gasped and rushed up desperately trying to push the tree aside. After a moment of trying it floated away from her along with everything else and Ellaria was revealed. Fey slapped her hands to her mouth and sobbed, tears rolling from her eyes.

Ellaria was there, but her arms and legs were broken and twisted, her head at a horrible unnatural angle, her body incredibly still and pale.

"N-no, it can't be," whispered Flora.

Fey reached out a trembling shaking hand and touched the elf, her skin was cold and dead to the touch.

But then she felt it, the spark of life. Tears rolled down her face in waves as she grabbed hold of the spark, preserving it with her magic, protecting it from failing further, keeping Ellaria from falling over the edge into oblivion.

"She- she's still here! She's alive!"

Flora let out a sobbing gasp.

"Wake her! I need to see her moving! Alive!"

Fey turned on Flora with a snarl. "NO! She can't ever know she was like this, I don't want her to feel even a sliver of the trauma of feeling or seeing herself like this."

Fey turned back to the destroyed elf and carefully, slowly, placed her trembling hand on the elf's chest.

"LIMIT BREAK!"

Vast ghostly white wings exploded from Fey's upper back, reaching up, taller and taller, up above the treetops higher and higher until they could be seen for miles around. The huge wings spread, their feathers splaying, and then they curled down embracing the spot where Ellaria lay. A white light bloomed and a pillar of gold shot up into the sky.

Before Flora's eyes the elf was being healed, her legs and arms shifting and smoothly returning to their original shape cleanly clicking into place and sealing together, every single possible imperfection smoothed over and perfected, more perfect that the elf had ever been before the attack, beyond perfect.

The elf's neck unbroke and her head rotated back into place, her face still cold and pale, her lips blue.

"Live! Live! Dam you!" cried out Fey.

Colour pulsed over the Elf's skin like a flood of sparks from a hammer striking an anvil, flushing with life, once, twice, and then with a boom, her heart roared back to life thundering in her chest. The elf's spine arched up, and she gasped, air rushing into her lungs as her eyes shot open wide, fear and panic filling them.

The naked elf grasped at Fey, clutching her like a child as she choked and coughed, trying to breathe like she had been drowning and had just broken the surface.

As the elf slumped on Fey, her breathing steadying, the wings around the centaur faded away.

"H-holy shit, holy shit!" said Flora. "Wha- Since when could you do that!?"

"I- I just knew what to do, my Class guided me…"

"Damn... I guess working with a band really must come with some leveling benefits." Flora rubbed her face with her sleeve, drying her eyes. "Fuck I need a drink after seeing that."

Ellaria groaned "I feel, weirdly great? What's happening? Oh I'm naked..."

Fey hugged the elf, squishing her head into her breasts until the elf batted her shoulder for mercy.

"Fey? Wha- are you crying?"

"No." said the centaur hastily drying her eyes.

Ellaria squinted at her.

"I'm just glad everyone's okay. That hobgoblin was insanely powerful. I thought this was supposed to be an easy job!" said Fey trying her best to change the subject.

"... Yes, that was not part of the job description. I do not think that hobgoblin was around until recently, there's no way that one wouldn't have had a big job posted for it, or other attention. I suspect we were the first to come across it. You did beat it?"

"Yes, but barely... our luck sucks," grumbled Flora.