But Kilika was not entirely safe from the threat of fiends. The lack of danger in the atmosphere might have made it seem like it, but it wasn’t safe at all. Something was happening at the Temple. The people around that area were not aware of it because it was happening so slowly it wasn’t immediately visible. No, nobody would truly know unless they entered the Chamber of the Fayth.<br/><br/>The statue that had once been Ifrit had been damaged by the attack. The cracks in the stone were getting larger...<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Meanwhile in Bevelle…</span><br/><br/>Three men were walking down the hallway, tension in their stride. They were dressed in what appeared to be ceremonial robes. All armed with weapons, constantly on alert. As they passed by a few guards, they gave curt nods to acknowledge them, and then moved on, not wanting to waste any more time, until they came to a strange room.<br/><br/>If one were to enter the room they would notice the strange atmosphere first thing. This was definitely not a place for the faint of heart. It was dark, oppressive, and, in a lot of ways, had an overbearing sadness looming in the air. It was enough to make even the toughest people feel as if they were carrying a huge weight on their shoulders. Some days, the people who worked here could feel it. However it was blocked out by these three men. They felt nothing these days. The only thing they were focused on was heir goal.<br/><br/>“Is she ready?” Said the oldest man as they approached an area of the room where a woman floating in a pool. Little wisps could be seen swirling around her, like the spirits from the Farplane, as if they had been ripped right out of there. Anyone sensitive to such things would know that these were spirits, Fayth, coming together because someone was forcing them here. Yet, though everything, the woman seemed peaceful in her slumber.<br/><br/>“Almost,” The youngest of the three replied.<br/><br/>“Well hurry up. Kilika has been attacked; we need to have her fully ready before we get hit!” The oldest man snarled, displeased.<br/><br/>The temples were falling one by one. Though Yeavon was long forgotten by now, but there were a few who still held the religion close to them. It was difficult to give up old customs. Traces of the Yeavon were found all over the place; the temples being the most obvious. Ruins still littered the land and the seas. Even if some were forgotten, or disregarded, Spira was and always will be a land of history. There was something that brought a sense of charm to it in that regard. But the loss of the ice temple had made a tremendous impact on a lot of people, and those people, a small faction of people who still cling to Yeavon and the old teachings even after their second defeat by Yuna and the Gullwings, refused to lose the Fayth.<br/><br/>The day of the Macalania’s destruction, a team in an underground lab was working to revive the Fayth again to deal with this new threat. These three men were part of that team. The first step was reviving Shiva, and had succeeded. Using a Fayth they had found lingering around the still intact ruins of Zanakrand, they created a woman and fused her with the ice from the destroyed Macalania. The woman that they were looking at now, actually. They called her Meira, and she was to be the new Fayth for Shiva, and had put her through so many experiments in an underground lab located in Bevelle. Long hours of torment were all that she knew, and they haunted her sleep.<br/><br/>Spira has always been a broken land. It has endured a lot, yet the people continue to find courage to smile. Some days it was the only thing that helped keep things moving. Peace had fallen over the land, and then taken away, only to be right back to chaos. It was a sad reality that has made many of Spira’s elderly cynical. But there has always been hope that peace will be eternal over Spira. Nobody has ever allowed hardships to destroy them, and for most that alone was enough to keep pulling forward. The people in this lab were going to bring peace to the world, using their own methods. Already they had the support of the people of Bevelle. Hopefully Meira, once she was ready, would serve as the perfect example as to why people should keep supporting these experiments.<br/><br/>Not that they people would actually truly know what was really going on down in the labs.<br/><br/>When the men turned away, Meira opened her eyes slowly. She had sensed something was wrong. Kilika. That name stuck in her mind, pain running through her body as if she had been burned. She let out a scream that was muffled by the water and thrashed about in her containment pool.<br/><br/>“She’s… awake..?” The second third man finally spoke, backing away.<br/><br/>“She feels Kilika’s pain.”<br/><br/>“But… does this mean..?”<br/><br/>“Yes. Ifirt has been lost as well, I’m afraid.” The oldest man smirked, approaching the pool where Meira looked at him with wide eyes. Her lips were moving but no sound was made. A tear was streaming down her cheek. “She’s crying now?” The man said, amused. “How is that possible? She isn’t supposed to feel anything.” But he was wrong. She could feel the pain that Kilika had just endured and was screaming to get out.<br/><br/>Suddenly, the water around her began to freeze slowly as her unstable powers became uncontrollable because of the amount of pain she was in. Meira started to claw the thin layer of ice that was forming on the water’s surface, the glass cracking, unable to handle the cold, until it finally shattered. She spilled out with the water, lying on the ground, her entire body was shivering. Her vision was blurry and she felt like she was going to lose consciousness. There were voices all around her. It made her head hurt. She had to get out of here fast, though she didn’t know where she would go, this lab was all she knew, if she didn’t get out then she would lose it… And lose it she did.<br/><br/>Two of the three men tried to touch her, but were instantly frozen solid. She lashed out, shattering them. Their remains scattered around the room. People started running out of the room. When she finally got to her feet, three more men were frozen. She just had to let loose some of this energy that was pent up. Some of the souls around her started to take the shape, turning into fiends that only sought to make this lab these peoples’ graves.<br/><br/>Down the hall, one of the men grabbed a soldier by the arm. “Send out a distress signal and make sure she doesn’t get to the Chamber of the Fayth! If<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>thing starts to fuel her power we might lose Bevelle if not this place.”