Making it to the top was easy—uneventful, really—but the chill in Damon's spine only got worse.
"I can see why you're anxious. That thing is quite strong..."
Damon glanced at Valarie, who hovered in front of him like a wisp.
"You... can take that thing, right?"
Valarie turned to him, his hollow gaze drifting toward the final floor of the spiral tower. The others had yet to arrive. It was just him, Matia, and Sylvia.
"I can," she said simply.
Damon clenched his fist. "How are you still able to fight? And if you could, why not just take yourself to Dawn Break Hollow?"
Valarie smiled faintly.
"I was sealed, remember? Even now, I'm just a discarnate soul. I can use remnants of my power… by burning what's left of me."
Sylvia bit her lip until blood reached her tongue.
"Then you'll be... burning your soul now too..."
Valarie scoffed. The disembodied lips curled into a grin.
