The tear drop shaped trinket was burning incrusted in her chest, as the temperature of her body rose, she was almost without strength, only hoping to save up some so she could open the communication with Adel at least one last time. Trying to save her strength; the almost nonexistent strength that she had left, collecting all her will as every minute, every second that passes was slipping out from her hands. Her power was a small flicker on her veins, inside herself, she could feel it as a languid flame, extinguishing, disappearing, fading away.
The sun was already up, as all the vampires were congregated on the hall. They had left her in the big room, displayed her as a trophy, her wrists and ankles chained, the shackles digging more and more into her chapped and dry skin, even though they tried to cover the gauntlets with a cloth it was still rubbing her skin, digging into it painfully.
