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Lucian did as he was asked and kept his wits about himself. There was some darkness but whatever had infested his body was keeping him awake for as long as he wanted to. Maybe it was a blessing of Morr, the Death God not wishing to take Lucian as he proved himself a valorous Paladin who served in the name of the God.
It was two minutes after Adok left that Lucian saw light coming from the other end of the tunnel. After that the sound of plate armor rang with sounds that made it seem like an entire world away than it truly was.
Then Lucian saw a golden light appearing at the end of the hall. The light quickly dimming as his eyes began to comprehend the madam who was standing before him. He spoke words before even knowing how true they were.
“Alberea?” He could not believe his eyes as he saw the Damsel once again the dark black hair of the woman to whom he met once before.
“Luican of Verac.” She said his name gently as her eyes gazed upon the battlefield, “It seems we were late, the battle has already been won.”
It was then that Lucian suddenly realized the Grail Knight that was standing next to her. Thw witchfire of the Knight focusing directly upon the corpse of his fallen comrade. Without care for the fallen Peasant he walked back and towards the corpse for its recovery.
“To think that they were so close.” The beautiful Damsel said with words that were like silk to the ears of Lucian, “Upon the Lady and the Enchantress’s words, I thank you Lucian for doing what you have done here today in rescuing the body of Osmond.”
“Y-you are welcome.” Lucian did not now if he was hesitating to speak out of wonder for the woman or out of sheer pain that was induced upon his person.
The woman kneeled down next to him. Her ruby lips slightly agape as she took in the full of Lucian and his injuries, “Why are you wearing the helm of a Knight?”
“He…” Lucian had to breath as it seemed the Damself was stealing every breath that he took, “He gave it to me. The Black Knight.”
The Golden Damsel looked at the fallen plate armor that was strung out across the ground. She then extended her hand towards Lucian in the most gentle of way, “Would you give me his helm?”
“Y-yes. I can.” Lucian said as he did what was beckoned of him.
