บท 320: Birth of a Berserker

Lance, Frey, Elero, and Thomas reached the end of Mage's Shadow, where a long, narrow stairway stretched towards the light above. As they climbed the stairs, the inanimate statues periodically placed within the walls seemed to draw closer each time the ancient steps creaked. Frey looked over his shoulder at Lance for the dozenth time. "Is there something wrong?" Lance asked before noticing that something was off. Frey's focus was directed at Lance, but he wasn't the one being stared at.

"She keeps following," Lance barely understood the giant's mutterings. Frey cleared his throat. "It's nothing. I'm still seeing the twisted souls, and there's one that is a little more persistent then the others."

"Wait," Lance said. "What did you mean by her? Can you describe-"

Thomas lifted his nose into the air and sniffed. His pupils dilated to the point that his eyes had become pitch black.