Rain began to patter against the forest canopy as the group caught their breath on the muddy bank, the roar of the waterfall still echoing behind them. Neo wiped water from his eyes, his muscles aching from the escape, but his mind was already calculating their next desperate move. The princess stood close, the new necklace glinting against her damp skin, while Medusa scanned the trees with sharp eyes.
Hearing Medusa's words about her sister's location, Laila pushed forward through the underbrush, her voice cutting through the growing downpour. "We can't go to Valhalla!" she shouted, eyes wide with alarm. "They're in the middle of a brutal civil war right now. The factions there are enemies with basically every nation on the continent. It's suicide!"
