It took some time but soon the shadows calmed down and soon just Zhara stood there, panting before him. She looked at him, tears in her eyes. “I’m sorry my pharaoh…I have failed you…dearly…” then she fell backwards away from him, her body beaten and soul weak.
Mana had been watched from the edge of the clearing, waiting to jump in and help where she could. Not noticing one of the others behind her she muttered “Zhara…my pharaoh let me help…call for us…”