Ice shot through his veins, freezing him in place. No… no, it couldn't be. She was still in Alacritis? His worst fears were staring him in the face, emerging from the fog like a ghostly apparition. "A-Aerndís" The name fell from his tongue in barely a whisper. Anger began to bubble up within him, dueling with the fear and he snarled. "I am not going back with you and you will not touch my sister." Hackles raised and defenses flew up but Sigmarr would make no move to attack. As much as he'd love to send this monster to her grave he wasn't sure he could defeat her just yet.
