"You really think I have power over the dead? You really think I get to choose who leaves and who stays?! I may have been a king once, but that doesn't matter now!" Liirah's small campfire began to flicker with each and every word, letting the darkness creep closer and closer, threatening to extinguish her pathetic fire. The walls began to shake with an untold fury, dust falling from the ceiling as the very walls threatened to collapse upon them, extinguishing their light within an instant.