Elena walked quietly, a little worried about what was going on. Nahzun looked as if he was about to collapse. He was the one person in who she had never seen a single strand of weakness, and here he was; exhausted. She considered the time, thinking he may just be tired, but when last had she ever seen Nahzun tired? Never. She walked up the staircase, one step at a time. It seemed like with each step she was slowly walking from daylight into night sky as she felt the energy around her become more thick, more uneasy. Something was definitely not right.<br/><br/>She held onto the Amethyst around her neck tightly, a gift from her mother and father, the only one she maintained, as she ascended the steps with caution. Pausing in front of the door for a moment to compose herself, she took a deep inhaling breath before she slowly swung the door open and stepped into the room. It felt musky, solemn, made her shoulders hang heavy on her figure.<br/><br/>Her eyes fell upon the greenskin in the centre of the room, somehow he didn't look like anything Nahzun would allow to dwell on the realm of the mortal for very long. Confused, she glanced at Nahzun for guidance, some verifying glance that everything was in its place, some sign that this wasn't as wrong as it felt. But her eyes moved from Nahzun to the strange woman standing on the other side of the room who had her gasp slightly. She was beautiful, but her eyes terrified Elena, the confidence shone brighter than the sun itself through her pupils. Elena locked her jaw, breaking the eye contact and staring at the floor where she found the symbols that made a cold shiver run down her spine. If she remembered correctly, the exact words of Nahzun had been; 'Run.'.<br/><br/><strong>"What exactly is going on?"</strong>She asked, looking at Nahzun, appearing calm, but on the inside she was screaming. She wanted to run, but her feet were frozen. While she was afraid, she was also curious, and her fear only aided her curiosity as it had her petrified.