The Obscuritas was gone, but it had kept a piece of her to remember what "being" felt like.
"I am Elara," she whispered, her voice sounding like it belonged to someone miles away. "I am here." Obscuritas
As she sang, the fog recoiled. It couldn't swallow the vibration of her lungs or the heat of her blood. The more she asserted her existence, the thinner the Obscuritas became, until it was nothing more than a mist, frustrated and starving. The Obscuritas was gone, but it had kept
Elara stood at the edge of the stone wall, her lantern flickering. Most villagers had retreated to the Great Hall, sealing the doors with salt and prayer. But Elara was a Seeker, trained to watch the dark, not hide from it. The Obscuritas was gone