Her voice seemed to bounce off the weathered gray stone walls and fade into the darkness beyond.
No one responded.
The only sound in the massive chamber was the soft hum of her own breathing. And even that was silenced the next moment as her armor finished materializing on her body.
Dazzling light particles coalesced to form golden plates that clicked and locked around her shoulders and spine.
The chestplate snugly pressed against her ribs, and a plumed helmet settled securely over her head.
A full-length vermilion cape, matching the shade of the plume on her helmet, unfurled from her pauldrons to flutter behind her.
She adjusted her grip on the cruciform sword and snarled. "Show yourself. I'm sure we can just talk and settle this matter peacefully."
Her tone, however, promised the exact opposite of peace.
Once again, there was no response.
But Thalia could sense someone lurking in the darkness around her.
No. Not just one person.
