With Ulysses and the rest gone, the banshees of the Wailing Peaks were finally able to break free of their bindings, quickly gathering themselves into groups.
One group went after the intruders while the other group checked on Arwen.
It didn't take long before they discovered the unfortunate truth.
Arwen was gone, same with the Silent Curtain.
This meant that they were currently without a leader and due to this, panic ensued.
***
Arwen awoke to find herself in bed, her gaze fixated on the faded brass roof above.
Blinking a few times, she struggled to recall what happened before her getting to this unfamiliar setting but try as she may, she continually pulled up blanks.
Just as she began to feel a slight headache, a slight voice echoed in her mind.
It spoke in a language that was unlike any she'd ever heard, yet for some reason, she understood what it meant.
Burn.
