Balgair's prayer was answered as smoke appeared between him and the enemy, allowing him to retreat down the hall quickly. He slammed the first door he came to and tried to jam the locking mechanism. Thank you, my lady. He fervently prayed as he sought a place to commune with the gods. Was that door opened before? He wondered as he slipped into the dark room beyond and closed the door behind him. Did I lose them?
He waited a moment, listening for pursuit. He sank to his knees and bowed his head when he heard nothing.
Great Huitzilopotchli, maker of the strong and father of courage. I need help. Balgair prayed to the war god. I have not called upon you, and I know that you may reject me. However, what I seek is for someone else. One of Ananke's daughters is being held captive and will be sacrificed to the Creeping Chaos unless I can free her. He froze as he felt the righteous anger that manifested around him.
Very well, you will have my help. Huitzilopotchli stated. Stand fast, chain-maker…
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