Alastar was quick to arrive, his own instincts on edge the second he stepped out of the portal. He hated the Krakens, though he could not blame them for the feud with his clan. His ancestors had slaughtered the Kraken to the point of near extinction. It only made sense that they were hated by them, but he and his children had never taken part in the trail of seas, therefore he felt they should be spared from their wrath.
“Dryas, is she alright?” The father asked, not wanting to undermine her strength but also fully aware of the effects the beast would have on her.
“She seems to be improving, now that you’re here I am certain she will be victorious.” The older soldier stated, his trained eyes taking in every small movement the woman made.
“Where did it come from?” The former king asked.
