He was right; these people probably couldn't have cared less about that fate awaited her, and the others that had been transplanted to Paixao. She winced a little at that, though she didn't move. "You can't!" she cried determinedly, her hands balling into fists. She would use more powerful magic to keep him at bay if she had to...

But just as she had come to this resolution, a group of townspeople began to gather, coming closer to them, forming some sort of -- if she didn't know any better -- mob... "Those are the ones," one of them spoke to his neighbour. "The ones that burned him," said another. "It won't stop until we're rid of them..."

Terra whipped her head in their direction, catching what they were saying, her eyes widening. "N-no. No you don't understand! I -- "