Not minding their differences, they all rushed outside the throne hall to know where the screams were coming from. Ramsey didn’t waste any time in drawing out his sword. Pointing his sword towards the chapel, he said, “The screams are coming from here.”
They were no guards around. The hallway looks deserted with a blood trail. It’s as if a body was dragged and the trail leads to the doorstep of the chapel.
Seeing this, the Baroness became more terrified; she pulled out her dagger and held it in her sweating palm. “Baroness, this is not your fight, stay back,” said Ramsey as he slowly approaches the wooden door of the chapel.
The screams have seized and all they could hear was the dangling of Ramsey’s chain mail as he moved.
“We need to go now,” said John. He held Ruth’s hand.
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