The Third Trial: Misha

The passage echoed with rhythmical steps as Octavia's blurry figure raced on the red carpet. Her long golden hair danced wildly behind her, and dust rose from the cracked slabs she stomped on.

Fifteen minutes later, she stood before the room she dreamed of seeing again yet hated the most. Behind it lay the only exit of the underground complex, but inside her worst memories. Briefly, she closed her trembling golden eyes only to reopen them two seconds after determination blazing like a fire in them.

"Misha, give me the strength to save him before it's too late." She muttered before taking steady steps towards the wide-open door. 

As she reached them and faced the entrance, the horrible figure of a blood-red misty entity savagely mutilating hybrids with its dagger greeted her widened eyes.

"What did that monster create?" She asked, her fingers trembling as her eyes darted left and right before she added, "Where is he?"