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Breanna was a few minutes away from Arras, thanks to Whisper. She heard the agonizing shrieks in her head. Her stomach felt like it was being ripped apart from the inside.
“Hurry, Whisper,” Breanna urged as she almost fell off her horse. “Leora, I need you. I cannot help whoever is in there if I feel like this.”
Leora did as she was asked and the pain vanished.
Suddenly, Whisper came to a dead stop outside of the nemeton. The shrieks echoed through the woods and in Bre’s mind. Clover sniffed the air and found a scent she recognized.
Eoghan was here. He’s not hurt, but he and Druantia were definitely here, Clover told Bre psychically as she sniffed the ground.
Aurora walked around the entrance of the nemeton.
There is blood in there: so much blood, Aurora said.
Whisper became jittery and anxiously pranced around, Something is wrong. Two Celtic guards should have met us and brought us to the residing Druidess. Something happened to the Druids here.
The screams intensified and gave Bre a twinge of discomfort in her stomach. Leora quickly erased the sensation. The sound of torture coming from a peaceful place of worship made her nauseous without her empathic powers. Frightened as she was, the need to find Eoghan and to help the tortured souls overcame her fear and turned into determination.