The figure was vaguely identifiable as a female, her body covered in tumors, her features long since distorted. Her tense body was firmly pressed against the stone door, her arms raised high, holding the center of the door as if putting up all her strength to prevent someone from opening it from the inside.
Her eyes had long since lost their sparkle, leaving behind only an empty shell, while her now mummified chin trembled continuously, repeating a persistent, fragmented murmur:
"Run..."
Charlotte felt a chill run down her spine.
"Queen... Your Majesty!"
Great Prophet Margo's eyes went wide.
She almost instinctively wanted to step forward, but was quickly stopped by Charlotte's harsh command:
"Stop right there!"
"True... True Ancestor, that is the Queen!"
Great Prophet Margo said excitedly.
Charlotte took a deep breath and nodded:
"I know, but She... has already fallen."
