Chapitre 187: Secrets of the Vale

Part One:

In the weeks that came and went, Syris couldn't have been in a worse mood, staring over the small pyre of bones, Ancient celestial blood and hair, a goblet of Wine, and raw golden ingots crackling over the fire. The gold had long since liquified, tarnishing the wine blood and hair in a sort of pentagram. Flames shot up in a small pillar of light, singeing the top of the ceiling until it was burned. 

Rage couldn't have surged itself faster in Syris's chest as she screamed a cry, thumping her fist over the ground. "WHY WON'T YOU ANSWER ME!" She roared, tears threatening to fall. "WHY…Why!... Why."