I only remember that woman, her skin was very white.

Wait ... who are you ... -I whispered, still trying to get up from the floor-

You're lucky to get here mortal ... the abyss you have chosen ... -He stood up and began to move away-

Wait ... -I was still a bit stunned by the fighting-

You will be ... -I whisper, fading and leaving a faint violet light-

Are you? ... -she whispered watching her disappear before his eyes which closed-

After that event many questions crossed his mind ...

Who was that woman?

Why was the destroyed city called the same?

Because he was alive?

Despite all those questions, I knew I had a debt to that woman whoever she was.

Finding myself with this being in a new combat, there was no doubt that it was the same person. The pallor of his face reflected that lack of expression.

I owed my life to whoever this woman was, I went up to talk to her but she just watched me in silence.

I'm ... -she just made a gesture of silence with her left hand-

Save your energy for combat, mortal ... -she fixed her gaze towards the exit-

The fight started and by instinct or by values I was protecting that woman all the time, I felt that I had to pay in some way to her action to keep me alive.

At the end of the fight a new boy, approached her to complain about not having healed him.

Lower those claws boy ... -I point to the young man's head without hesitation twice.

What are you doing Viktor? ... -firmed his former companion Tyra who was witnessing the impulsive act of the opposite. As he looked to the side he saw Androxus also pointing at the young man's head-

You will be ... -the gods killer commented, looking sideways at the woman who only smiled slightly, apparently enjoying the situation-

It is not necessary to use violence yet ... -I whisper walking between the two men, I lightly touch Viktor's shoulder so that he can lower his weapon. Androxus did it without having any contact with him- He's just an inexperienced young man ...

Who you call inexperienced ... -furious at the comment and with an explosive personality, he threw himself at her but was quickly stopped by a punch of Androxus in the abdomen leaving him on the floor-

Do not believe yourself superior to death, novice ...- Androxus said as he left the young man on the floor and walked away-

The roads will cross us again, wolf ... -she disappeared, leaving the faint trace of violet light.

Trya was puzzled by the impulsive act of her former companion but he seemed to be in debt to that bright violet light that was moving away in the darkness.