[Bonus thanks to Chronotitan <3]
Nosphaleen watched the rainbow-colored clouds gather around the risen Beast Emperor Sanctum for several breaths before turning toward Sylas. The pressure rolling off the mountain range had changed again, becoming strangely orderly despite the chaos surrounding it, and she could feel enough of the shift to understand that whatever came next was about to begin.
Her fingers tightened around Sylas' arm before she looked up at him.
"I want to go."
Sylas turned his gaze toward her and slowly shook his head. "Not this time."
Nosphaleen frowned and tugged on his arm, the motion carrying more pleading than she would have admitted aloud. She had only just gotten him back, only just been allowed to stand beside him again without that oppressive fog hanging over her mind, and the idea of immediately being left behind sat poorly with her.
Sylas didn't react to the tug, his attention already returning to the distant mountain range.
