The disappointment was prominent on Piritrius' brow as he watched Thereos gallop away in the opposite direction. "Cretin of a centaur," he spat under his breath in frustration. Feeling his wife's steady hand upon his shoulder, Piritrius knew there was nothing left to be done here and that their only option was to flee these grounds. Impossible to believe that the acromantula colony had had more foresight than themselves to do so.

Reigning up on his rear legs, Piritrius swung his muscular form around and took off with his wife and galloped with all their might to catch up with the rest. These lands would fall and they would not be present to witness it.

May we meet again, Thereos.