The water receded, the cold slowly started to diminish as the wreckage that was the pier was swept back into the sea. There was so much destruction from such a small object it was almost unbelievable, however for the priestess something else was the matter. She could feel inside a missing part that was swept away in the tides, a void that used to be the connection between her and Isis was all that was left now. She fell to her knees from the shock of what occurred, to her it was as if someone reached within her heart and tore it apart. It seemed like an eternity before she could will herself to move again, slowly rising back to her feet with the help of Tybalt. Her hand over her heart she met Tybalt’s eyes, Erima knew there was no time to mourn or grieve for the one she lost there was only time for those that could still be saved. She began moving to the destruction clutching her sacred symbol she would do all that she could, the time for sorrow she would have to deal with later.