"…Daly..where are you taking me?" Amala silently questioned. the two were in a closed carriage, the inside was tiny so the two were very close to each other.
Daly glanced out the window with a faint expression, she looked back at Amala and then answered softly, "..You figured it out…staying in the church would only put yourself in danger" Amala's expression froze as she searched Daly's expression for an answer.
a few seconds passed in dim silence, Amala found no answer. Amala's lips quivered as she questioned
"What do you mean?" Daly shifted her body turning her head towards Amala then answered somberly
"This place we are in is a den… The creator of this den has been controlling everything, but their control of this place is slowly disappearing. this is the best time to try and leave this place" Daly finished. Amala gave Daly a strange expression and then inquired
