This room, the sanctum she had blessed prior to her brief leave, was her protector. She felt nothing could bring harm to her or penetrate it without her will. As she stepped through the door, there was not a single ounce of hesitation or worry. It was not until the sudden squeeze on her shoulder that her breath ceased. If it were not for the voice that pierced the silence, she would have released as much holy power as possible to ward away this intrusion. With this surprise came a blast of familiarity. Like a sweeping light across a darkened chasm, she knew well the being that had entered into her presence. She could not forget the scent of the vampire that she raised by her own two hard-working hands. She slowly looked to the one that spoke to her, her eyes falling as he knelt down himself.
"
I have failed you. Sigil is beyond my reach."
Sigil. She brought her hand to her mouth, covering it as she was looking down at him. She had come here because Sigil's current predicament was too hostile for her agenda. There was nowhere safe for a white mage to be in that environment. As far as she was concerned, it was already a lost cause, too far away from salvation. That is why she had come to Barton. One of the most famous cities on Gaia, it was ripe for many things. Ripe of opportunity. Ripe of
people.
Before her eyes, the vampire presented to her the shining lifeforce that rested in his palm. It was so strong. It was amazing how the common person underestimated the life of a person. Each person had inside them a powerful spirit that was capable of great things, both positive and negative. Some realized the potential and became people such as spirit monks. Others used their own souls for more nefarious preconceptions. And then there were those who feasted on this power simply for their own hunger. As her hand reached out to touch and transfer the possession of this bright immaterial, she alone could gaze onto this very thing without being spurned away. If it were not for the enchantment on her room, anyone with even a small sense of the supernatural would have felt this omen a mile away.
She rose the light up to get a better look at it. It shone brightly in her opal gaze. Through it, she could feel a sample of everything each soul in her possession had been through. So many emotions. Love. Pain. Sorrow. Happiness. It was becoming overwhelming. She drifted the light over to the blue stone that lied atop her staff, which absorbed the souls in a flash, dimming the room of the ethereal glow. Holding her staff solely in her right hand, she spoke.
"Rise, my knight."
She walked over to the chair next to a desk, sitting down into it. She placed the book she had in her left arm onto it in turn. She looked at the vampire with a calm expression on her face.
"Sigil was failed long before either of us. But do not fret. If you wish to redeem yourself, I have a new venture for us."
She turned her face toward the window, where the expanse of Barton Town was shown.