Other students in the casket room looked at Lyrian as they spoke with each other. To them, Lyrian seemed to simply be frozen there. Standing over the casket. They couldn't see what he was doing, so they were forced to be patient and wait.
Lyrian, however, was in a completely different world right now. The loud voice that he just heard threw him off guard. As lashes of wind whipped at his skin, he turned to try and locate where the voice came from in this giant storm.
"Who are you? Where am I!" Lyrian suddenly shouted into the sky, as the voice replied.
"Centuries past, and yet virtue has been lost. My wish was not to harm you, but you have committed a grave sin!"
Lyrian was confused, "A grave sin!? What are you talking about!" He had no clue what the voice was saying. He didn't even know if it was addressing him at this point, since it was talking in such an odd language.
