I'll rest for a little while, and then try to get out…I own this place now.
Or that was his plan. Not even a few seconds had passed before he heard a scream…someone screaming for Art. It had taken Leonidas a few seconds to realize that it was he whom Art was.
The voice was unmistakably feminine, belonging to someone he knew all too well. And as it turned out, he was missing her as well, which just made it all the more convenient.
Too convenient.
Is it a trap?
There was a high chance that the sound was some sort of beast with a mental Edict trying to pry him out of the protective embrace of the Sanctum.
But it might also be Willow.
He was torn between the two choices, but eventually decided on a simple solution.
Leonidas walked forward towards the altar and cut off a corner. A plain black circle sat in his hand. On that, Leonidas carved two words. On one side, the word 'DO' and on the other the word 'Don't.'
