Damn. She'd barely sensed this shadow, even with her attuned senses, and it had crept up literally behind their back. How much of the featureless scenery behind them was an actual foe? There's no way to know at this point without attacking all of it.

Reimi's hand reaches out to grasp her companion's arm, a reassuring and steadying gesture all in one. Her face is hard again, but her tone remains steady. "Just focus on what you need to, ok? I'll take care of it."

This memory was far from over. There was no way that they could leave it half done, menacing shadows or not. The truth never moved in partial measures.

Orias leans over them for a brief moment, many hands following the path of her master's own. She calls down her Light spell, the energy moving over both of their bodies harmlessly to travel down to the blackness which has ensnared their feet. If she can at least free them of these shackles, their options would open up significantly.