Leonidas let out a startled gasp, his breathing heavy for no apparent reason. He had just emerged from his phosphene space, and yet, it felt like he had done something monumental.
What the hell is this feeling…
His instincts were screaming, and his mind was bubbling. He felt weak, more so than usual. Yes, he had just witnessed a dead god try to punish him, but this particular feeling was more of the mind than the body.
He swayed, clutching his head as a headache assaulted him. Shortly after Leonidas heard a scream…he immediately knew it was Willow, not a shred of doubt in his mind.
Hell, he had expected the scream to arrive before it even did.
Why am I thinking this way…why did I know?
It was wrong, yet felt right all the same. A flash passed through his memories, disappearing as soon as it came. Yet Leonidas had caught it, not entirely, but enough to somewhat understand his situation.
Is Willow going to die…?
