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After the conflict with the Devourer, Zenovia felt exhausted. Controlling the spirits forcefully was never a good idea, especially when one hasn't trained their inner energies properly for some time. She had retired to the inn that night, almost instantly falling asleep on the soft bed that was provided. However, the young elf woke up in shock after having a nightmare. A nightmare about being eaten by the Devourer. She was drenched in cold sweat, tears rolling down her face. Her mind had only just wrapped itself around the fact that she was almost killed. Almost killed before she had even begun her journey.

She couldn't sleep for the rest of that night, thus she chose to clean herself up and hone her energies instead. She needed to become more in tune with the world. She was beginning to realise that she daydreamed far too much.

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The next morning, the party had been summoned to the trial of the Devourer. Zenovia couldn't help but feel scared, even though the monster was restrained. Her hands trembled slightly as they held onto her staff. She knew that she shouldn't let something like this get to her so easily, yet here she was, still fearful. [i][color=6ecff6]'Some mage I am.'[/color][/i] She thought grimly. Despite the fears, she felt pity for the Devourer. Zenovia felt conflicted. She didn't know if she could forgive the girl for attacking her, but she also didn't want to hold onto such grudges forever. 'Never let hatred consume you, else the spirits may reject you.' As her mentor had said many a time when Zenovia had gotten frustrated. Distracted with her thoughts, she failed to see Xen's movements.

Zenovia glanced around, the spirits slowly bobbed around the group, as if they were an audience. The mage's hand hesitated for a moment before picking up a stone. She wasn't sure if she was meant to show anyone or not, but she instinctively kept her choice hidden within her hands. The elf slowly walked towards the bowl, placing her vote. White.