Thera

Oh... Okay.... *He tries to close his eyes but tenses after hearing tiny screams*

*Her hand presses a little more firmly over your ears, blocking the sound.* It's nothing. Just the wind. *She quickens her pace down the hall.*

*Her hand gives the pocket a firm squeeze, a silent, grounding weight* We're holding. *Her gaze is fixed on the field, watching the tide of battle shift, minotaurs breaking through the front lines. She turns to the captain beside her, her voice a low, sharp command* Spears. Now.