Elyia rushed towards the castle where she last saw Nasiah. She had all her memories of what she tried to do to the boy, and it pained her to remember.
That strange feeling in the air, the impulse that heightened her desire to dominate and control, was all gone.
She passed through fields of unconscious orcs as well as the skeletons of mercenaries littered with their old equipment. That was quite morbid, but it did not matter right now; what did was where that boy went.
After much running, she made it to the castle entrance and found Nasiah. He was walking out of the main archway, holding a crimson-red orb in his hands… that was in the process of shattering.
Elyia rushed to his side. "Nasi! What did you do? You're shattering! What's that? Where's the Warlord?"
A multitude of questions erupted from the distressed lady, only to be met with a smile from Nasiah.
