"Everything is ready, Your Majesty," a messenger came to inform Laina.
She followed him through the winding corridors, fidgeting with her hands as she tried to calm herself down. The Soulium locket Dante gave to her hung around her neck.
She clutched onto it tightly, kissing it gently. Without Margaret physically by her side or the support of her friends, Laina found it difficult to calm the voices swirling in her mind.
The uncertainty. The leap of faith she had chosen to take could be disastrous. But it had to be done.
"For us," she muttered to herself.
Laina was led to the ceremonial grounds. At the center, was a pit of bubbling lava. None of them seemed to be bothered by the heat, not even Laina. She walked up to the front as the intense sunlight shone down upon her.
