Starglow Basin la venganza se derrumba,

In the midst of the basin came a piercing cry. Fueled by fire, spreading further out to anyone within earshot.

Hiro was caught in its path. The fury within it was more than enough to draw him out of a light rest. Their head shot up, stunned by the suddenness of the call. In those waking moments they thought to cower from it, leave it to someone more befitting to answer. But despite toying with the idea, they rose from the earth and headed for the sound. He would not sit idle, for knowledge’s sake if anything.

Hiro could taste something metallic in the air. Ocho had wafted it closer as he left the scene. The fury at the back of their neck rose as they closed in.

Three remained; An inky man, a golden woman who bled before him, and their observer. That large lilac stare sparked familiarity, and Hiro found themselves staring at her rather than their wounded comrade.