Ashrik held Lucille securely in his arms as they descended slowly. The breeze brushed through their hair as the cold northern air bit at their skin.
Despite how bright the sun was, the surface remained dull, with no luster at all. But the familiar energy that mirrored the Stone's core was unmistakable.
Whummm—
Lucille was tense, but not because of the frosty chill of the wind. Instead, it was the subtle pull deep within her chest, coming from the field.
'It's like... That time in the cave.'
Lucille tightened her grip on Ashrik's shoulder as her gaze was focused on the surface of the black sand field. The closer they drifted toward it, the stronger that tug became.
Like an invisible hand trying to reach her, it felt merely insistent rather than forceful.
"Brother Ash..." she whispered, fingers curling around his shirt. Lifting her chin, she looked at him. "I feel something... It's pulling me. You feel it too, right?"
