As the moon cast its ethereal sparkle over the evil presence domain, Seraphina and Demetrius wound up remaining at the entry to the Void. Its approaching murkiness appeared to extend on always, covering the past and the responses they so frantically looked for. The old, neglected place radiated an inauspicious emanation, its very presence a demonstration of the privileged insights it held.
Seraphina's heart was a wild tempest of feelings as she confronted the unexplored world. Her fingers shuddered as they brushed the memento that stuck around her neck. It was the way to opening her fixed recollections, recollections that had been stowed away from her for a really long time. She took a full breath and gone to Demetrius, her eyes loaded up with a combination of uneasiness and assurance.
"I can't postpone this any longer, Demetrius," she said, her voice faltering with feeling. " I need to know reality, regardless of whether it's difficult."
