Chapter 39 The Vessel For Impurity

• —Fiona—
• I do not remember my nightmare much. Just bits of an abyss, of a wide infinite span of room that stretched to nowhere. The darkness in itself is consuming and all engulfing.
• Staring back into it, not knowing what was awaiting me, what was calling to me was terrifying. I could still feel the fear gliding through my veins after I woke. Mixing with my blood and transporting it to every corner of my body. To every cell, reminding me that something had happened in that nightmare. One I can't remember or perhaps one I cannot bring myself to recollect.