The thought of the Stick touching her, of being forced to confront truths about herself that she preferred to keep buried, made her entire being recoil. She did not want that. She absolutely, categorically, fundamentally did not want that!
So she found herself in a very difficult position…loyalty to her Duke warring with self-preservation that transcended simple survival.
At this moment, Noah was leading the group with confidence, waving his stick with the air of someone taking a pleasant walk rather than traversing one of the most dangerous Doorways in existence.
After they had traveled for what felt like hours through passages that folded back on themselves, they finally heard it.
ROAAAAAR!
The bellow of an Inevitability echoed through the twisted space, and almost immediately, that single voice multiplied into five as the creature's paradoxical nature asserted itself.
