Storm of Hearts, Part Fifteen

Lianna and Sylver continued their hurried pace through the maze-like ruins, the eerie silence broken only by distant, vague echoes. Every turn they took seemed to blur into the next, making the labyrinth they traversed an indistinguishable mess of stone walls and ominous shadows.

[Come on, come on...] 

Lianna continued using {Through Enverna's Eyes}. She could feel the way dark energy collected around Mel, making Enverna feel so much colder. 

[We can make it. I just need...] 

The urgency of her mission weighed heavily on Lianna's shoulders. She was nervous, of course. The potential danger of the situation was very real all of a sudden. But, she was also mad at herself. 

[I should have figured it out sooner.] 

It felt so obvious now. What The Lover had been trying to warn Lianna about. But, she only managed to connect the dots now, when Mel was out of reach. 

Determined, she tried to run as hard as she could.