Her heart shuddering from the fear of potentially witnessing Sydric Freid's gruesome demise, Aribelle sunk to her knees. Her palms naturally thrust out in front of her, they slammed into the hard earth. Digging her fingers into the ground in desperation, her nails cracked. Not strong enough to withstand the brutal soil, some split down to their nail beds as she willed for something to interfere in what seemed his inevitable defeat.