Noctisardor Bypass the last few drops from the holy grail

Marching slowly but surely, Druid cut a path through Rivenwood. At some point, the pups settled and she managed to pick up the pace, though she couldn’t be sure of her speed. She was having an out of body experience, her awareness not entirely connected to her physical form anymore.

Glaukos! Heda! Please, answer me! she tried to shout, though who knew if her voice carried above a whisper?

Panting, she swore she saw water off to her left. Druid considered throwing herself into it for no reason she could fathom. She denied the impulse, thinking of her partner but mostly her sister, her similarly expectant sister…

Suddenly, she could see that unmistakable white pelt with the streak of red ahead. Dinah was there too! But it wasn’t Glaukos with them, she realized as she ranged closer. It was… Anselm!? And they were crouched over a figure she couldn’t quite see. The only thing she knew was it was too small to be Glaukos.

Druid slowed, suddenly uncertain whether what she was seeing was real or if she had slumped into an exhausted heap somewhere along the way. Perhaps she was dreaming. She ground to a halt, swaying on her feet.