"It's Serena," Lucas muttered with a frown, his gaze zeroed on the abominable tree at the edge of the valley.
The others had discovered it as well, the light of the High Spirit, Pixie, helping to keep the dark veil at bay.
"She's dead." Beatrice intoned, unsure of how to feel about the current state of things.
The others exchanged looks with one another before Moldark decided to ask the question on everyone's minds. "What now?... Whatever is on the other side is what did this to Serena. She may have been weak but that doesn't mean she was far off from the rest of us."
"I agree," Gregory remarked, having regained most of himself. "It's risky to venture into the land beyond the mountains if it's dangerous enough to turn Serena into… this."
"So what do we do?... We can't just turn and leave. Whatever happens beyond determines if we get to live or die." Lucas said with Beatrice agreeing with him.
