"Coming from us…?"
Evelyn could feel her blood running cold.
She needed to do something. Her guts told her to do so, but she didn't know what.
It's not like she knew anything about the higher planes.
"Evelyn," Gistella called her name, drawing her attention back. "I think we should run away from here."
Not even wasting a single more second as the air suddenly became even more ominous, Evelyn turned and ran back to where the others were gathered. She addressed her forces. "Get up!" She instructed with urgency. "We're leaving. Now!"
"Your Majesty," Sintra protested. "You're panicking. I told you it's fine."
"Now is not the time to argue," Evelyn responded sharply. "We're leaving."
She looked to the other side, and her eyes met with Princess Selene's.
