Ramose tightly carried Versailles in his arms as he dashed across the cracked ground of the desolate region of the Soul Sundering Pit. Since one of the conditions for participating in the challenge was for Versailles to keep going, Ramose couldn't make a stop for them to recover from their injuries.
So, Ramose kept on moving, racing towards the Grand Colosseum of Nar, the location of the Battle of Kings.
"After this battle, I will take you to the Underworld Palace with me. After this battle, we will start a new beginning." Holding her closer, his eyes fell on her unconscious face, the faint rise and fall of her chest the only thing keeping him sane.
With anticipative and joyful eyes, he leaped out of the Soul Sundering Pit.
"Yaaaaay!"
"Look, the Werewolf King came out of the Soul Sundering Pit!"
"They made it out alive! The dark shadows must have fallen under their combined might!"
