"Kendra, listen to us."
Near the strange luminance, all watched Kendra cross the swirling belts of vapor encircling a climbing spire of stone desperately. A foggy look consumed her eyes. Her skin blemished from the taint of the luminance. Upon her approach, she heard voices. Familiar ones that only can be heard from her.
(Come closer.) They sounded gruff and strident; just enough for the voice to sound familiar to her. Beset by agreeable hallucinations, Kendra increased her pace toward the sparkles.
Asahi however was clueless. He sprinted across the mist-veiled meadows with his thousands of followers, chasing after Kendra without knowing what lured her.
As they approached the cliff-side leading near the cyan light, the followers stopped dead in their tracks. Shields and blades dropped onto the floor as all reeled back from the warmth of the glow. Frightened looks formed on their faces as their heads perked upward.
