บท 598: Too Late

Athena thrust her good arm forward, offering a half-emptied healing potion, "Want the rest? I managed to stop the bleeding..."

Tanamar propped himself up, lying beside her with his back on the hard steps, "Nah. I used mine. I'll be alright."

"You look terrible, Tanamar," She giggled lightly before downing the bottle's contents. 

"I'm not the one who almost got her arm cut off," Tanamar laughed to himself. 

"Yeah, well... You could only beat Tancred because I attacked him first," She smirked.

That was... incredibly wrong. Still, Tanamar didn't feel like correcting her, "Yeah. I could only win because of you..."

The sounds of fighting elsewhere in the city had seemed to calm down. They were left with the peaceful crackling of the Head Magistrate's residence, the symbol of Caeruleum's power, wholly engulfed in flame. 

Athena stared up at the smoky sky... "Hey, Tanamar..."

"Yeah?"

"It's over, right?" She asked.