Snow stalked the plain stone corridors of Seteste's battle arena. It was a decent distance underground and was dug out of a natural cave that existed on the outskirts of the actual city known as Seteste. The halls themselves were dimly lit with light crystals, though they were not enough to push back the dark thoughts within.
Ever since seeing Lucius had been taken away, the call from the mark in her hand grew stronger and stronger still. The word 'protect' echoed through her mind constantly. It encompassed the totality of her being.
Every step was for him. Every thought. Every action. She had to protect Lucius… No, that's not right…
'PROTECT'
Once again, the words echoed in her mind. A searing, mind-melting pain forced Snow to the ground. The pain was so intense that her voice failed her, and it threatened to reduce her to a comatose state. However, that's not what it wanted. It needed her to stay awake, to stay alive. Otherwise, it could not complete its goal.
