It didn't take long for Arthur to locate Freya. She stood near a small stream, its gentle flow weaving through the underground tombs with a serene tranquility. The soothing sound of running water permeated the air, offering a moment of respite amidst the solemnity of their surroundings.
Freya had shed her lavish armor, yet her silver rapier remained within arm's reach, a testament to her readiness even in moments of tranquility.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" she remarked, her voice carrying a sense of reverence. "This stream has flowed for over a millennium, yet it remains remarkably pristine."
Arthur's demeanor shifted, a hint of impatience creeping into his voice.
"Did you summon me here just to admire nature?" he inquired, his tone expectant.
Freya turned her gaze away from the stream, her sightless eyes fixed on Arthur. Though temporarily blinded by the cost of her rune, her resolve remained unshaken.
