Eleanor sprinted through the darkened corridor, her footsteps echoing off stone walls, her heart pounding in her chest tormented by desperation. An uncontainable, golden glow flickered around her body, threatening to burst free.
Thoughts of Ares's pain consumed her mind. She couldn't bear the thought of him suffering alone.
Just then, Thea called out from behind, "El!" but Eleanor didn't slow down or respond. She didn't know the direction to the dungeon, but an instinctive pull drove her forward, guided solely by the urge to reach her husband.
Thea suddenly appeared in front of her, blocking her path, her breathing labored. "El, you're headed in the wrong direction. This isn't the way to the dungeon."
Eleanor stepped back, pressing a hand to her chest, struggling to compose herself. "I.. I just need to find him, to help him."
