Frey stood too, inclining his head in agreement, hiding his face behind the mask once more.
"Ending the Church's tyranny. Finding a way to deal with the shadow inside me. Discovering the path that will make you stronger. Rescuing the saint. All of it will follow, once we win this war."
"They've existed for centuries—they're bound to have countless tricks hidden up their sleeves. Prepare yourself. This will be no easy battle," Frey warned.
Snow chuckled. "It was never a fair fight from the start. What difference does it make now?" With a grin, he surged ahead, Frey close behind.
"I'll take the lead, since I'm the only one who can cross that labyrinth."
He glanced back. "But tell me—should we leave the prince behind?"
"Let him be. He'll find his own way. Dragging him with us would be pointless."
Whatever the prince was planning, he'd appear when the time was right. Frey doubted that labyrinth would hold him for long.
