It had been an hour after midnight and Amedith and the others had yet to find the exit to the cave. The dusty air lingering all around had settled inside their throat as they finally decided to settle for the night as well. But with nothing to set up camp with, they were forced to lay down on the hard floor or lean against the mossy walls–something needless to say didn't help them in sleeping.
'My magic, it's acting weird.' Thought Erika as she'd become unable to cast the spells that she used to. Instead, like the whispers of lingering spirits she heard voices in her ears that her lips recited on their own. The result of which? A similar spell although unlike her holy magic which was golden, it was a deep shade of crimson red.
