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A medley of shimmering lights hovered around Achaeos where he had fallen, broken branches and flattened bushes marking his flight through the foliage. The kitsune's robe had been torn by the impacts, and been burned through, a charred hole opening onto his chest. The flesh was bright red, burned, and an erratic pattern trailed away from it following the path of the electricity that had torn through his body.
His eyes were closed, but his chest continued to rise and fall with shallow breaths. His face seemed almost peaceful. The lights - now more clearly apparent as spirits - clustered around him as though out of worry.
Back in the clearing, Seiji looked up at Kinaro with a nod, though there were tears forming in his eyes. He blinked them back, grimacing and pushing himself up - first to one knee, then to his feet. "I'm okay," he said, his voice barely more than a whisper. "I am." It seemed as though he were speaking more to make himself believe it than Kinaro, "But you're wrong. Whatever happened here, I was a part of it," his voice was heavy with a severity it had lacked since the two had met. It wasn't the same ominous tone as before, but rather one more filled with conviction. "I have a responsibility for what I unleashed, even unwittingly."
He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath to steady himself, and when he opened them they were set with determination. "So I have to help stop it. You're right about that."
The boy hesitated, his shoulders dropping slightly, "But I don't know how..."
Across from them, Nariko turned to face them. Her expression was unreadable. "Warn your people, child," she said, "War comes." Then, without another word, she broke into a run towards the edge of the clearing. In one instant she placed her foot down as a girl, the next a paw fell as a fox took her place. She shot out of view at inhuman speeds, leaving only a faint shimmering in her wake.