Atelier rests her head against his back as Skulljape takes off. "I had a vision," she tells him, closing her eyes to remember what she saw. Death, in the form of a maiden that looks far too alike to herself. She shudders, and she thinks she knows the true reason behind the spirits' fear of her.
"A vision?"
"I saw –" Myself? "– a woman. The spirits… they scream and bleed because of her."
"Perhaps you had a look into the past. The Dark Sorceress – she nearly destroyed The Otherworld when she gave life to the Shadow Army. A lot of souls were shattered, forever lost to Chaos."
The Dark Sorceress? But the woman looks like her! Something isn't right, Atelier swears it. She swallows hard and tightens her arms around Kreiss, afraid that evil will grab her.
"Hey…" She feels Kreiss' warm hand over hers. He is looking back at her, smiling with reassurance. "It's nothing to worry about. You'll be okay."
She wishes she could believe him.
