As was often the case in such intense battles, time slowed to a crawl.
Alden sensed his surroundings slowly fade as his mind spun furiously, trying to figure a way out of his current predicament. He was quite confident he could escape the metaphorical noose that Varnel and Caelum had placed around his neck.
The only question was…
'What price will I have to pay?'
Alden knew that it was foolish to assume he could emerge unscathed, especially after his momentary slip up. And although it wasn't exactly his fault that he had lost concentration - it was more of an unintended consequence of Morrigan's Art than anything else -, the fact remained that he couldn't just shrug off Caelum and Varnel's attacks.
He wasn't that strong.
A pity.
The Keeper's Apprentice gritted his teeth, before exhaling slowly and removing any distractions from his mind. In this state of extreme focus, Alden was able to track the speed demon's blistering frame.
