"Move faster, guys!" Aeloria shouted as she moved faster, calling us. "Hopefully, we aren't going in the wrong direction."
Ah...
She jinxed it, didn't she?
Whatever...
"Eden," Grace called to me as I looked at her.
"Hmm?" I hummed in response.
"I need your help." Biting her lip lightly, she said, a conflicting look etched on her face.
"Help with what?" I asked, noticing her hesitation to ask something.
"Not now," she replied, shaking her head, "after we get out of here."
"Now you've made me curious," I mumbled, looking at her. "What do you need my help with?"
"It's about my bloodline," she replied after some hesitation.
"The black flames?" I asked, and she nodded in reply.
"You want to control them?" I understood why she was asking me about this; after all, they are not normal flames.
"Hmm," she hummed in agreement. "It's hard to control them."
