The Hollow Mountain was darker than Sylvia remembered.
The air was dense, almost pressing against her chest with every step she took inside.
Subtle traces of mana and force still lingered in the atmosphere, and she could instantly tell they came from Nathira.
'That crazy yandere is up to no good again,' Sylvia thought as she made her way deeper into the cave.
She followed the faint sound of uneven breathing to what seemed to be the heart of the cavern.
At the center, Nathira sat cross-legged, her hands digging into her thighs as energy swirled violently around her.
Her blonde hair clung to her face, and the crimson glow of her red eyes still shimmered faintly beneath her tightly shut lids.
Without saying a word, Sylvia stepped behind her and placed her hands gently on Nathira's back.
She let her mana flow into her, steadying the unstable core and calming the turbulent energy.
