Edwardian:
I miss Darknessian nights. The way the barriers made the stars look so much closer. The way the moon held sway to all the creatures of the night. This world is dying. Yet, there is still so much beauty it offers. So much for it to live for.
"We're ready," Aby announced.
"What should we expect? Aby two point oh?" Lance asked. Aby smiled looking back at him playfully.
"Worse, if she's still alive. If she's not. Prepare to kill anything that comes out of there,"
"This is a pretty big risk," Arthur sighed.
"Agreed, but a necessary one. She's the only one that can get what we need," I added.
"Okay," Aby nodded. We all took a defensive stance as she took the mason jar with my blood it in and went over to the candles she had set up.
She sh
