Seth looked at the pleading look in Gales’s eyes and sighed as he extended a hand toward the man.
“Stand up. I will help you, but you don’t need to beg.”
Gales hesitantly stood up, but his surroundings changed just as he was about to ask if Seth had a horse to chase after his daughter. Looking around, he couldn’t understand what was happening, but the sight of his old horse being chased by a blood fog in their direction made him swallow his questions.
Seth looked at the horse running wildly towards him and teleported on its back, grabbed little Isabelle before teleporting right next to Gales again.
He glanced at the silent baby, who had fallen asleep from crying, before handing her back to Gales and walking towards the fog.
The fog once more materialized in human form, a ravenous-looking woman appearing before Seth. She looked between Seth and Gales with a frown before asking: “Where is my brother?”