Aurea walked in the middle of a dead forest with no a little light that came from the world above. It was so cold and damp, and there were eyes that kept staring at her from behind the trees. She could only sense dead souls, and not a single living being down that as Amaryllis mentioned.
She kept walking aimlessly and just moved forward until she would reach the edge. She noticed that neither the demons nor the dead dared to approach her because they heard and saw what she couldn't. They could hear the screams of agony, fear, and desperation that came out of her body. They could see her real form with their eyes, she was like a bringer of suffering with massive black transparent wings on her back.
"The living isn't scared of me, but the dead are," Aurea said as she scoffed and looked at the wandering souls hiding away from her.
