We walk through dark corridors lit by lunar magic and fiery phoenix wings. Darkness presses and comes from all sides, as if trying to absorb these tiny sources of light. At times it thickens, becomes almost palpable. It makes it hard to breathe. Every now and then suspicious rustles are heard nearby, but so far no one has attacked again. Our nerves and feelings are on edge, ready for any surprises. At least, I want to believe that they are really ready.

Thoughts are spinning in my head about a strange inscription that we found in the hall. Something familiar seems to be in her, which does not leave her...