[Calm down, Severine. Your anger will burn your life essence. You don't want to die a stupid death, do you?]
'Who?' Severine yelled inside her mind. Her crescent-shaped fingernails desperately clawed at the soft fabric of the sheets.
[Who else but you?]
The unexpected answer made her temples throb even more.
[I am Severine Vale, and so are you. But if you want to live, try to focus on the fire burning in your veins. And let it consume you.]
'Consume me?'
She had been desperately trying to erase the heat. The more she did, the hotter her chest became.
It was as if her heart was pumping lava and not blood.
Gritting through the pain, she did as the voice instructed, letting the burning sensation fill her every sense.
Anyway, it wasn't like she had any other choice to begin with.
Then she saw it again—that familiar droplet of ember.
This time, it was attracting the tiny golden specks at a much faster speed.
