The lifeless body of Lord Soren Ladran Doirioth hung from the pitch black spike. His arms dangled as blood ran down the spike, onto the shattered obsidian ground. A few drops dribbled onto the wooden box, making a tapping noise.
Freya covered her mouth with her hands as her eyes widened.
"NO!" Lady Luna's desperate scream echoed in the silence. Almost as if it were responding to her, the creature in the backdrop roared, reminding them of their situation.
"We need to get out of here!" Ingrid shouted. She grabbed Lady Luna's arm and pulled her away from her mentor's body. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, but we need to go!" She whispered as tears rolled down Lady Luna's face.
"No, no!" Lady Luna continued whispering. Her eyes wide, she couldn't take them off of her mentor's lifeless body. The pained expression remained carved to his stiffening face, and his lifeless eyes lingered, staring at Aether.