"Listen to her," Vela says abruptly, floating up from where she's been searching for a weakness in the Conch's shell. Leave it to the sorceress, she thinks, to find a weakness that is not physical.
"This dark magic cares nothing for your loss...it only seeks to use you, just as it uses those trapped below to fuel itself. Look at this thing and ask yourself...if he were here, what would he want you to do? Join with a monster and lose your soul...and with it, your only chance of ever seeing him again...or rejoin your sisters and know love again?"
"This dark magic cares nothing for your loss...it only seeks to use you, just as it uses those trapped below to fuel itself. Look at this thing and ask yourself...if he were here, what would he want you to do? Join with a monster and lose your soul...and with it, your only chance of ever seeing him again...or rejoin your sisters and know love again?"