Castitas looked down to her feet, feeling sorry for upsetting him. "The meaning of my existence is to care..." She whispered to herself as Markus reluctantly went home. When he was gone, the young Priestess looked to the doors to the Throne room, about to enter but was interrupted by a vision. What she saw was hard to decipher, but one thing she was certain she saw was death. People all around her dying and in agony, and blood. It was the same destruction she had seen back in La Luz Fortaleza, and she was not eager to see it happen again. She left the palace, looking for elsewhere to go, somewhere that no harm would be done to anyone. Castitas ran, not planning to hide, but to draw the danger away. She tried to think quickly on a place to go, even as a start, then she remembered; the lake deep within the forest that stood between each old kingdom, was a rabbit hole that led to the Twisted Path. No one had gone there for it was easy to get lost or even eaten alive by the carnivorous trees, but it was where the first Temple of Light had been, there was only a small chance she could communicate with the Gods, but any chance was good enough, and she was willing to take it.

Umbra's hellhounds sniffed Castitas' trail though La Luz Fortaleza, heading towards their next destination before the wind could wipe away the scent. "Mother will be proud..." Whisper's raspy voice was upbeat as he spoke to his sibling. "Love when mother is proud..."
"Yes," Agreed Murmur. "Mother loves us when she is proud..." Their tails wag, thinking of their Mother Umbra, wearing one of her special smiles.
Though the monsters had a bloodlust, they acted like pups, anxious to head home to their mistress, who was zealously awaiting the priestess as a prize.