The cobblestones of the ruined city still bore traces of gravel. Aira couldn't say exactly how much time had passed since the battle ended. Her fingertips still rested on Raid's left arm. Raid didn't pull away. The two of them simply sat side by side atop a crumbling pile of stone, suspended in the silence of the ruined city. It felt as though the orange particles of light that Lilia had left behind still drifted somewhere in the air. Morning light reflected off the white stone walls of the ruined city, scattering finely across the gravel. Aira's reddish-brown hair swayed in the wind. In the distance, Vektor's voice could be heard. Orders for retreat carried across the stone walls of the ruined city. His voice was practical, matter-of-fact, devoid of emotion. The sound of a knight who appeared to be an adjutant running about with a roster in hand echoed through the ruins. "...Under which column should I record that person's name?" the adjutant asked. The adjutant's voice came fro