Damage Taken

Lucien just stood still when Avalerry left, relieved and worried at the same time. Brigantiea was here, and he knew the fight ahead was one they needed to settle between themselves.

While he hoped Avalerry wouldn't be killed, he trusted Brigantiea's wisdom and would respect any decision she made.

He turned his attention to the maze he was trapped in. He didn't believe Avalerry's assurance that he was safe. No, she was a prankster, and he couldn't take her words at face value.

"This is a mess... Is this castle surrounded by some magic that I can't get out of? Or..."

He paced left and right, thinking back to what he'd been told about Abattre's strange ability to turn entire areas into a pool of blood. It was like a hallucination, but more tangible.

His women had explained that this was a 'domain'—a skill that Brigantiea also used with her dungeon room.