Emily heard the shuffling of steps through the chamber's entrance. She turned around, glancing toward the sound.
" Morgan? Is that you?"
There was no response. Instead, the silent shuffling grew closer.
In the dim light, a dark, four-armed creature silently moved through the statues, slowly inching towards her.
Her eyes widened in fear, then she slowly crept back.
" Did they get him? It can't be."
Earlier, she'd heard the screeches of the Bretnar erupt through the night.
She had deduced that Morgan was probably attacking them.
He'd told her to stay put, and so that's what she had done, not that she'd be of much help in her condition.
After a while, the screeching died down with only a few screeches echoing through the silent night from time to time.
Emily had never felt so helpless.
Compared to the proud aspirant, she frankly felt a bit useless.
It was Morgan who had found her unconscious in the open and even moved her to safety.
