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Literature

The Path

Erina had seen many strange things that night—shifting halls, bizarre Constable-like creatures, maps of cities both known and unknown, strange calculations on the walls of the Steward’s office… even a whisper of the Hound himself. It had taken her by surprise—Laurent had ensured her that Theo was still safe and sound in his cell when he had left to join her, but Erina supposed she ought to have expected some trickery from the old Steward. But now Laurent was gone, and he wasn’t the only one. She had started with twelve in her group—one of several that had entered the Manor to search for this pathway, but only five remained now. Harrier, Pulse, Antioch, Sickle, and herself. Harrier looked a little worse for wear, with one of his crab-like claws having been crushed by the enormous, stone-like Constable. Antioch and Sickle had managed to emerge predominately unscathed, but Pulse had had quite a bit of fur singed off by a rather aggressive Eidolon. And Erina’s own armor, which had been so