Chapter 40 Prism of Illusion
Eritrea brows knitted together, her thoughts becoming zigzag. Despite her attempts to stay clear minded, she still fell deep into the darkness lure.
Cold sweat trickled down her neck, the eerie sensation crawling down her skin. " You can join the fun too." A screech echoed in her ear.
" Never mind, I'm here to take her back." Eritrea said, her voice a little shaky. She swiftly conjured her sword, engulfed with flames. Her eyes shone fiery gold.
Aaargh!
A scream erupted from her mouth, a surge of fire illuminating the space. The flames clawed through the suffocating void, peeling away layers of shadow. Figures writhed, their screams merging into a bone-chilling wail as the fire devoured them.
"Release her now." Eritrea yelled.
"We cannot... we saved her from death" Hundreds of shadowy figures tilted their heads in eerie unison, their empty sockets leaking a thick, ink-like substance. "She is ours," they murmured in overlapping voices, each one laced with glee and hunger.
" The sacred flames cost her life, weren't you naive to think you can control it, an essence of an emperor god.... Aren't you a little more than yourself?" The darkness asked, laughing eerily.
Eritrea's face scrunched up, as she battled with her guilt. Eritrea's grip tightened on her blade. Was it true? Had she done this to Olivia? Had her choices condemned her?
No. This wasn't the time for doubt. She knew exactly what they were trying to do, make her lower her guard. But she wouldn't let them have their way. Her eyes shot open. " That's why I'm here to make things right."
Eritrea lunged forward, her blade searing through the darkness. The moment her flames struck, the figures recoiled with a screech, their ink-like forms bubbling and writhing. But then... they didn't die.