The sky was coated in blue, Cain stood at the gates of Vehiron. Behind him stood ten of his most trusted warriors, silent and armed. Each of them knew the name of the place they were about to enter: The Valley of Death. None of them spoke it aloud.
He didn't choose them to go with; they all volunteered. Lydia stepped forward, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. She looked like she hadn't slept either.
"You're really doing this?" she asked, her voice low.
Cain didn't look at her at first. His gaze was locked on the forest ahead. But when he did turn, something in her chest squeezed. She stepped closer.
"Cain, doing this…"
"Will bring her back," Cain interjected quickly. Lydia glanced at him, her heart heavy. "Don't," he said.
