"Is— is it me?" Verinia pointed at herself, staring at the sight in front of her.
She was somewhat in disbelief that she could see these spirits. She had already known that the rebellion used spirits, but she had never seen them. It was very difficult to see them when they were invisible to the naked mortal eye.
Without magic, the connection between the divine and nature had been weakened in the mortals, and they could no longer see things as they used to.
Now that she was seeing them, she could not unsee them. In between the throngs of the crowd, more and more beacons of darkness began to appear.
They came up from the ground, out from the walls, crawling out of every dark corner in every alleyway and down from under every roof. Where there were shadows, therefrom came the spirits.
"They want me so badly?"
Had sending Zair the assassin not been enough? He had failed to kill her, but that was only because he was equally matched.
