'What's that?'
Meadow's thoughts seeped through her consciousness, her gaze hazy as the crimson light painted the walls of the Hallway in an irksome sight.
Her mind was muddled with the invasion from others, and now, confusion began to brew.
One that built discomfort within her.
She glanced at Rana, her chest tightening.
"What is that, Rana?"
She was a princess, perhaps different from the rest, but knowledge of certain principles would be unknown to her.
Rana glanced at her Liege, her expression squeezed, fighting the fear that attempted to grip her.
"It's a sealing scroll….a transcendent by the amount of power exuded from it."
'Sealing Scroll?' Meadow muttered in her mind, alienating herself from the tendrils of darkness that made her deaf mentally.
'Sealing….oh no…'
Then it happened– fear. Chest gripping, knuckles whitening, throat burning fear.
"What are they Sealing? How–How are we going to survive this if the–they….are they?"
