The murmurs became voices, each one directly addressing their concerns and worries.
"You will never protect the heir," one voice screamed in Aria's ear.
You are not able to guide them. Like the others, you will fail. Another snide remark
Kael shook his head and snared. "It is not actual." Not real is what it is.
Under his breath Ryker mumbled, his customary confidence faltering. " Whoever created this space needs a hobby."
Aria halted and said with firmness. Let me speak to you. These sounds are meant to break us. Stay with each other and keep grounded.
Kael nodded with a stiff jaw. "We are with you, Aria."
The murmurs stopped as they arrived at a big cavern with vaguely terrible light on its walls. At its core stood a large stone altar with rune marks that matched Aria's mark in pulse.
Ryker whistled softly. That's interesting, then.
Kael moved nearer; his claws still extended. This seems improper. Like it is supposed to attract us in.
