Darius stands before me, and though there is a multitude of eyes pinned on me, I only feel one.
His, and I'm afraid.
He...wouldn't hurt me, he just wouldn't.
As my thoughts proceed, Darius turns away from me, then begins to walk back toward where he came.
Kysilius follows, leaving only me and Celine, who takes my side in seconds.
"Follow." She says, and before I am given the chance to process what she had just told me, I'm pulled by her hand, so I follow along.
What is going on? I wonder to myself.
We make our way to the hall, where I find several dozen wolves waiting.
My heart rate reaches an all time high as I find this scene before me reminiscent of prosecutions in movies.
I force my breathing steady as I try to understand what is unfolding before me.
When the wolves clear a path for Darius, who is ahead of us, I find before him a strange door smack dab in the middle of the hall.