"Aldric! Please open up!" Islinda's fists thudded against the wall of shadows, her palms stinging with the effort. Every time she tore at the dark veil, another tendril of shadow rose to take its place, sealing her off from what was happening inside. It was maddening, the shadows swirling relentlessly, trapping her on the outside while the horrors unfolded within.
Her heart pounded in her chest, panic rising with every passing second. Queen Maeve's screams reverberated through the air, each cry more tortured than the last, sending shivers down Islinda's spine. What was Aldric doing to her?
"Seriously, Aldric!" she screamed, voice breaking. "Are you going to abandon everything you've built so far for revenge?" She was shaking now, her body trembling with fear and frustration. He could hear her, she knew it. But the shadows remained, and so did the suffocating silence from within.
