"Sounds like you really look up to him." Guts said.

"Yeah. I just hope in my heart of hearts that he isn't behind any of this." Casca sighed.

"What would make you say that?"

"On one of our raids, he found this... thing... it looked like a necklace, but it was alive like an animal, or an insect, with eyes that darted about. When Griffith was killing the cultist possessing it, they wouldn't stop babbling about destinies, and demons... The cultist called it the Egg of the Behelit; a thing that broke down the veil between earth and hell."

"Do you think someone stole it from him, and did this?"

She looked him unsteadily in the eyes, and he may as well have read her mind. Does she really think her leader would do something like this?

"How do you plan on finding him?"

"One of the survivors is a psychic, and not only that, but she was very close to Griffith before he left. Come on, I'll show you."

He followed her back to the remaining tents, finally stopping outside of one on the edge of the camp, just outside the outskirts of a rotten forest.

"In here."

He walks through the flap, and inside is a girl sitting on a lone chair in the center of the tent, her petite hands moving about on the surface of her rather large forehead, as her bright blue eyes stared off into an unseen horizon. "Guts," she whispered, "killer of his mentor. What business do you have here?"

Casca followed him in, and interrupted her. "Sonia, have you located Griffith?"

Her eyes flickered and she nearly fell from her chair. "N-no..! Not there! How?!"

She grabbed onto her shoulders, and shook. "Where?! Where is Griffith?!"

Her lips quivered, and a tear strolled down her face. "He... is in Hell."