‘Was this Hell?’ would’ve been the first question anyone would’ve asked if they were suddenly surrounded by the carnage and raging inferno that Ambrosine was in, but she knew since that was where she came out of, this was somewhere entirely different. That bespectacled man didn’t bother answering any of the frantic questions she had, or perhaps he thought it best she had figured out herself.
Now outside of her own battle, Ambrosine was on the edge of some forest, trying to make out exactly was going on amidst the far away flames. The only thing that was close to familiar in the midst of the new chaos unfolding was the smell. The unmistakable smell of death and bloodshed, and so much burning. Then it was the sound of shrieks that echoed through the open night air, the kind of terror and unimaginable sadness. It was the kind were many a life was being snuffled out without warning and without real reason other than for the fun of it. Yes, the cruelty of it. Someone was conducting this battle for the pure enjoyment of cruelty onto others.
‘I have to...I have to stop it.’
Without her horse, it would be a little harder to enter a battle, but it would be less of a risk to be taken down. Now bounding towards the source of the slaughter, Ambrosine was ready to take down her newly found enemy- wait, who was that who just ran past her? It was almost hard to make out at first, but now she could see it was a man, around her age, cladded in medieval samurai garb, and wore the most eager smile on his face. Did he notice her? Or was he too caught in his own train of thought to really care?
“W-Wait!”, the prince exclaimed, hoping that if she spoke in his tongue that he would at least turn back. It paid to be a polyglot. “Where is this?!”