Dark Fist Of The Praetors
I stepped through the portal, and it closed behind me as I stood before the ruined temple. The same way Morgana must have for five hundred years.
I sat down on the steps and closed my eyes. My heart was still pounding from the exchange with Tallia.
I couldn't understand the reason that this higher power had for making this contingency, but it burned me fiercely. I wanted to be mad at everything and blame my problems on anyone but myself right now. Coming to the quiet was helping, but I was trying to channel my pain and anger in the right direction.
[How are you doing?] Xieus asked.
"I am fine, just trying to push myself past this," I said.
[Why do you let this bother you so much? Just go hit something like you normally do. Work yourself up into a fury and get rid of all the built-up pain you have.] Xieus suggested, and I nodded.