The darkness of the night had fallen upon the kingdom once again. Eliana stumbled forward with unwavering will. She was thrown out of her dizzy trance by Leia’s barking. The girl turned her head, scanning Miriam. With an uneasy balance she stopped, turning herself to answer Miriam.
“I said I had something to do. Go with the others.” She muttered out, standing still and observing Miriam. But the huntress and her companion stood their ground. It seemed they had no intentions of leaving. 

“It’s alright. We’ll help.” She answered sternly. Eliana looked into Miriam’s eyes, doing her best to read them. Jonius had always attempted to teach her so, reading people. People in the Realm didn’t just help others for the sake of it, Eliana was sure of it. Miriam had to want something in return. Whether it was future help, or a simple adventure, or perhaps answer to a bigger question was unclear. Something in Eliana made her want to trust the huntress, but most of her refused to do so.

The wind had begun sailing across the steady landscape, passing through the battlefield and the surrounding city. In the distance, the faint screams continued. It was something that had always cut deep into her. The screams. The screams never did seem to change. A regular farmer, a nobleman, a knight, they all screamed the same way when death was upon them. Without answering, Eliana turned around, looking in the direction of the earlier battle. Once again, the frozen sensation consumed her. The call of the beyond was a curious feeling. It suggested giving up, letting go. Spirit-Walkers had to balance themselves on such a thin rope. Traveling into the Void and returning was like a nightmarish dream. 

Eliana clutched the pendant in her hand, the one that had been given to her by Louisa. Ellie had hidden it under the ruined dress, along her upper chest. She looked at Miriam again, ever so carefully biting her lower lip. She was getting impatient, perhaps due to the pain in her shoulder or something entirely different. Ellie was running out of time. She couldn’t stand here all night, trying to convince the steadfast woman to leave.  

Eliana simply shook her head, turning around and taking off again. But she only took a few steps before she dropped to her knees, placing her hands on her thighs and bowing her head down.
The young girl moved her hands in a series of motions in front of her, while muttering an incomprehensible language. Her eyes gave off a faint blue glow, and from the side of them the ethereal blue strings steadily wandered off, disappearing into the thin air a small distance from her face. Leia raised her ears, running in front of the Walker, sniffing her and barking at the unknown substance. Ellie’s eyes had opened up, but were filled with the spiritual glow.

The Void overtook the world around her, and a heavenly warmth filled Eliana, as her spirit wandered up from her body. It was soon exterminated by the cold and mysterious Void. The Spirit-Walker looked upon her shoulder, which simply lacked a part of the blue glowing figure she had become. She walked away, towards the calling.

Countless beaming lights were wandering aimlessly. There were hundreds of them. She took in a deep breath of nothingness, and held up her hand. The blue glow charged towards it, beaming as the sun in the west. She walked with a steady pace through the battlefield of death and decay. The lost spirits wandered towards her, with a bent back and loose arms. The looks on their faces were horrifying, and their pupils had become dark. They followed the beacon of light leading them forward. Eliana couldn’t count them. Some of them seemed so familiar, yet so strange. 

The young woman stopped, already feeling drained. She grimaced, and once again viewed her shoulder. It had gone worse; the black essence had spread towards her chest and her arm, along with the pain. 
She lowered her hand, stretching her arm and letting the energy part ways with her soul. The blue light flew forward, and began shaping something, opening up a rift in the Void. The opening had a heavenly glow, and stood patiently as the hundred of Raylian souls wandered into it. Eliana had never gone into it herself. It was dangerous, was all Jonius had told her.

The Spirit-Walker could feel the traveling taking its toll. She had become even weaker than before, and was running out of energy to keep the rift open. The souls still were wandering inside, when one stopped right in front of the young woman. It turned around, and looked upon her with its black pupils. At a fair height, most likely in it’s late forties when it had passed away. 

It did not say a word, and simply turned around and wandered towards the rift. Just as the soul had entered, the rift collapsed, still with so many spirits wandering outside.