Mon'Ter

Chapter 100: Hostility

Elyenora laid in a chair between two beds set out for her comrades, Samuel and Sereia. Neither showed signs of waking up anytime soon, and she was still pondering on whether Mon'Ter was alive or not. It ate away at her, enough so that she wasn't even sure if she was processing it or blanking out.

The elves, Lanos and Namir, had gathered personnel from outside the keep. They had managed to round up everyone unconscious and were now taking care of them in this large hall full of beds, everything seemed more or less fine with the people, but panic was slowly setting into the ranks of the guards and medics tending to the victims.

The king had vanished, along with their connection to the spirit world, and as an extension, their deity.

Words and murmurs travelled, creating circles, twists and turns throughout the area. The center of the hall had beds, with those in need of care under a healer’s hands. Many seemed like some curse had been afflicted upon them, as if