CREAK.
The sound of stones and debris crushing underfoot caught her attention.
Her golden eyes shifted slowly toward the figure now approaching her across the devastated ground.
He reached the spot where she lay alone and raised one hand toward her, widening his palm.
A blue, fist-sized stone manifested there, glowing softly as it hovered just beneath his open hand, aimed directly at her.
She looked up at the figure's face: their cold blue eyes piercing into her golden ones, light brown hair fluttering gently in the hot wind, and soft features that carried a subtle undercurrent of bloodlust despite their gentle appearance.
Then a small, crooked smile slowly formed on the titan's mouth.
"P... Pa..."
Benjamin tilted his head slightly, his long lashes fluttering in confusion. "Pa?"
"Pa..." she whispered again, her voice fragile and broken. "Me... Hurt... Help... me... Help me, Papa."
