63: Lily

The weight of this place was heavy on her heart.

As Jayce took a step back with the other men, the women surrounded her with both support and caution. She had a gist of what needed to be done, but still held the uncertainty of doing it. But the moment she knelt down and placed her hands on the ground, everything fell into motion afterwards. As if her powers surged forth on their own accord based on the emotions and thoughts she carried. Her desire? To rid this place of the darkness that consumes it.

She could hear the humming in her ears and nothing else. Perhaps that was for the best. If she heard anyone or anything else, she wouldn't have been able to concentrate.

"A-Amira..." A haunting voice drifted through her subconscious. Lily focused on the voice that probed against her thoughts. There was a presence within this cloud of death that blanket this space. No. There were two.

"She's grown." A woman spoke. Her voice was tinged with nostalgia and longing.

"Keep her safe." A man