Whisper smiled at Markus' weakened self, a voice entering the priestess's mind. "Now you see him for what he truly is..."
The voice echoed in her mind as she turned around, looking for whoever spoke to her. She shrugged it off, more concerned with Markus' wounds. She steps carefully around the minotaurs limp body, not sure if it was truly dead. "M-Markus?" She stutters, trying to hide her obvious fear. "Are you-" She doesn't finish her question, knowing that he couldn't be alright, not from the amount of blood that she had seen gush from his nose.