With a frown, Azrael gripped her hand, stopping her in place.
"Let go." She spoke coldly, glaring daggers at him.
His grimace only deepened. "Are you mental? Don't you see what she is doing? Raven kidnapped Isolde, most likely guessing how much she meant to you. If you gather the whole camp to go after her, you are going to play right into her hands. Don't forget we are on a timer. If we fail to kill the Death Knight before the Queen becomes an Apex, we are doomed!"
With a simple gesture, she freed her hand. "Even so! Ensuring Isolde's safety is most vital. I can guess that they are planning to use her to guide them through the Ruined Kingdom towards the King."
Her palms clenched into fists. "I know how the Proven think, no… Chosen in general. Once she is no longer useful, they would discard her. I have to get her back before that happens."
