Even as she stood there trying to look stoic, Lyra's mind raced with panic.
One of her visions of the future during their battle with Gronex had shown Marcus going berserk and losing himself.
It had been a horrid thing to witness even if it was not entirely real. Just one of many possible futures.
However, she had managed to maneuver events so that such a terrible fate did not come to pass.
She had thought at the time that Marcus would be fine going forward. That she had prevented him from ever turning into a true monster.
What a fanciful idea that was.
Lyra was beating herself up for not being there to help when her friend needed her.
She had wanted to join the battle against the strongest Umbrashnuls just like the rest of her companions, but Relia had asked her to defend the fort instead.
