Sublime Arrival
Plummeting downward from the sky, a comet of flames descended rapidly, approaching the very area she stood in. The popping and crackling of the soaring flames was blaring; as it descended faster, the elven hunters jumped back, along with Celly who moved out of the way before it crashed into the ground with a pillar of flames reaching up.
An extraordinary heat emitted from the position of the fire, which took the form of blazing, bird wings. The silver-haired girl kept her arms up, protecting herself from the sudden heat as her cloak was rustled by the new winds.
'Emilio? No…This doesn't feel like his mana,' Celly thought.
The flames washed away, revealing a figure within them, though one that Celly did not recognize: a black cloak swayed in the ember-filled winds as a red-and-black ponytail cascaded down the back of the stranger.