Fate’s Wheels Begin To Spin
Deep in the woods of the Faegrocari continent, Ceilie was sweating from head to toe as she carried Nergal on her back. Blood dripped from her body onto the ground, but it was not hers. It all belonged to Nergal, who had sacrificed herself to protect Ceilie when they were ambushed by a few thousand insectoids.
"Nergal, hold on. Once we are somewhere safe, we will have healed up, okay? You can't leave me, okay?" Tears streamed down Ceilie's cheeks as she continued pushing forward, even in her exhausted state. She did not care for any monsters that were chasing after her as they were all killed off by her original pursuers. She hoped that maybe just maybe, the insectoids that were following her would just give up.