"We have to begin a defensive countermeasure around the remaining two cities, or else they will fall, just like Kaslow. Does anyone have any ideas?!" Shouts a high-ranking sprite messenger, as he stands up, slamming his fist down near the end. His cape gracefully flows, his heavy armored fist, clanking. His green eyes look around at the various different sprite messengers that line the meeting room.
A single woman stands up, her long brown hair flowing as she walks near the table, she seems to be adept in healing capabilities more so than the rest at the large round-table, "If no one comes forward, then I, a simple Healer, shall take up the job of preparing illya for defense against the poison dark sprite aura that now speeds through the lands." The large yet young high-ranking man, clad in armor stands upright, smiling at the woman.
The larger than life man walks over to the healer, "That is a good call, my friend. All of you are too wimpy to even stand up to this threat? So a healer must do our job for us?! If you won't do anything, me, a Templar, will help this young yet powerful healer." He walks off, his heavy metal boots sounding every step he makes. The healer woman looks at everyone, a bit annoyed at them, then she too starts walking off, her shoes making a high-heel noise with each step.
Meanwhile, outside of Illya, a few soldiers who remain, are combating some new monsters that have spawned from the dark and powerful mist that infects the main lands on the continent. The large man from earlier comes up to a soldier, putting his hand on one of their shoulders, "Sir Templar! You cannot go out there, it is far too dangerous."
The Templar, clad in armor, smiles down at the soldier, "Do not worry soldier, a young healer is preparing something that may help in our efforts." The soldier looks strangely at the short-hair brown color of the large man's hair as he goes back to helping fight, along the Templar's side. After about an hour, a strange light emanates from within Illya, originating from the large crystal stored near the town's entrance. The Templar looks toward the city, and as the light grows a bit stronger, he looks back to the infected monsters, which seem to be retreating for now. Where the light can reach, some of the forestry is beginning to go back to the normal green it once was. "Good on that healer. Soldiers, remain at your posts. Although we have a defense now, we can't be too careful." The soldiers agree by head nodding, and the Templar returns within the city.