"GIVE IT BACK!!!!!!!"
Dark and sickly, as if ravaged by something so profane, thundered through Altair's ears. A tingling sensation he nearly thought to be fear slithered up his spine like the touch of a stranger in the shadows. Cold and merciless, its words hounded itself into the Prince's mind until a cold sweat pulled him back.
"We… We need to get the hell out of here." He stammered to say, shaking where he stood, with a bright smile plastered over his face. Unsure whether he felt fear or excitement toward the unknown, Altair looked to Ren, wondering if she knew what it was as he explained what he saw.
Reina scratched at her head, grimacing. "I've no idea what that is… maybe if I see it with my own eyes, my blood will react with its inherent knowledge. But until then, we need to move. Come on. Where is our next stop?"
