The power inside Violet seemed stronger than ever.
The salt dried on her skin and she brushed it away, then pulled on the robe. She couldn't put this off any longer.
This was it. The ceremony was about to begin.
As she opened the door and went out of the room, she could feel all the eyes in the viewing room looking down at her. She pulled the damp robe tighter around herself. The starkness of the room terrified her. She did not want to enter it. It seemed so white as if anything that touched it would fade into whiteness. It was the same feeling she had felt in the darkness of the tower with Carl, only it was the opposite. The symbol stood out starkly against it, the bright red of fresh blood.
She glanced up at the viewing room and saw her father staring down at her. A few of the scient
