
Smoke escaped from her mouth as Cypress took in a deep breath, recognizing that her wrath served no purpose here now. She pulled her aether back into her center, the cracks and fissures along her skin which served as a manifestation of it slowly retreated back below the surface. Along her arm, where the elezen's knife had cut, there was no blood, only what looked to be a cauterized wound. "He is gone by his own sort of magic."