And yet another trap. It does feel like at times everything is aligned against us. Quite literally, a spiked wall hurtling towards us. I’m not sure I can sleep indoors anymore with that fear looming over me...
The plan all made sense, leave Slippy behind and just look through his eyes to understand whether the lever controls the trap. And it does. Only for as long as I left him there, my heart felt gripped by a frozen claw, my lungs felt like a huge boulder was crushing them, even my hands were shaking slightly and I don’t think it was from the cold. Flashbacks to being crushed by the rocks in Demetria’s temple, the darkness and that laugh… and I can’t bear the idea of Slippy going through that. Thankfully he’s alright and in his own dimension. For now. Let’s hope I won’t need him…
Which brings us to the crux of the problem: how are we supposed to defeat the titans themselves when we’re all huddled in a small room, half cowering in fear of a huge, rabid minotaur. Or maybe I’m the only one cowering, Braz stands there bravely, facing one of his own. One that’s mad and broken by whatever oath its people have sworn… or be forced to swear by the dragonlords. One that’s already killed his brothers and sisters. But despite looking quite bruised and battered, Braz stands there proudly, ready to fight this monstrosity. Maybe I should learn from his spirit and bravery.