Unexpected Arrival

Gritting her teeth, she winced as the pain from her injury surged, but a wave of relief followed as the healing potion worked its magic.

The wound began to close, her flesh knitting itself back together.

She exhaled slowly.

200 Nightmare Points for this.

It had been a hefty price, and she thought bitterly of the skeleton vendor who had gleefully taken her hard-earned points.

Points she had bled, sweat, and nearly died to collect.

Damned vendor, she thought, gripping the now-empty potion bottle tightly.

But... it was worth it.

Freya steeled herself, her fingers curling into fists.

She had made a decision—a promise to herself. If she was going to go down, it wouldn't be without a fight.

Her sharp gaze flicked ahead to Ezekiel and Dorion.

The two were inched forward cautiously, and as they moved, Baranga's glowing eyes snapped toward them.

That's when Freya noticed something.