All of the power that Meira had in her being wanted to get out. It didn’t matter how it was released, if she kept it in any longer she felt like she was going to explode. She wasn’t sure why, but Kilika was calling her. There was something there that was fueling her energy. She felt it, and it was a very uncomfortable feeling, more so than anything she had endured from these people. Before she left she would make sure these people got a taste of her vengeance; I felt good to have their warm blood on her cold hands. Part of her wasn’t sure what she was doing. The power surge she was feeling was setting her mind on nothing but bloodlust. The few people working here, trying to find a way to get close to her, to stop Meira’s rampage, were sure that she was being controlled by what remained of Shiva.<br/><br/>But why? That was the question. Even if they did find a way to stop her, it wasn’t like they could even get close to her. She froze everything that stood in her way. A bitter cold, enough to literally freeze someone to death, moved through the old halls. She was looking to turn this place to ruins as it had been a century ago. Slowly but surely she was making her way to the Chamber of the Fayth. She could hear it calling her… she needed to answer the call. Was it Bahamut that was calling her? No… she was sure that Bahamut was no more. Something about this place felt silent, she really did not like it. But she had to continue on, to keep making her way out of here. Inside, she was terrified, this place was all she knew her whole life, she didn’t know what was out there.<br/><br/>When she finally arrived at the Chamber, she was met with men aiming guns at her. It was then that she also felt a disturbance here… the Hymn seemed a bit… off… She had heard the song in her sleep… so…<br/><br/>Meira’s attention was taken away from it when she was shot at. She snarled at them, and lunged for a man with a sword. The moment she touched him, the man turned to ice. She took his sword, which also turned to ice, and redirected her attention towards the people shooting at her. Bullets tore into her. She was in invulnerable to projectiles, but they didn’t seem to slow her down much either. These people really had succeeded in creating something that has potential to stop whatever threat that Spira was facing now. Where they went wrong was controlling her. She was simply unable to be controlled, at least in the state of mind she was in how.<br/><br/>“Stop her! She must not escape!” Cried one of the soldiers, as he grabbed a gun from a frozen soldier and aiming it at her. He fired off a few rounds, but she was still standing.<br/><br/>“You will not stop me!” Meira’s voice boomed out. Breathing heavily, hair in her face, her eyes wild, her energy almost all used up. She refused to be defeated by them; she had to get to Kilika. It was better to just forget Bahamut and head there instead that being said. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong, and she had to check it out before it was too late. The warm blood tricking down her body felt awful, but was nothing compared to the pain in her body. She wasn’t even sure if she would make it all the way in time, or how she would get there. Placing all of her trust in her instincts, knowing that she would find her way eventually, Meira took in a deep breath and then made her final dash for the exit with the sword clutched firmly in her hand.<br/><br/>This was it. Even if she died here, she would at least take satisfaction in knowing she had made an attempt to escape. The light of the sun nearly burned her eyes, which were use to the artificial lights in the lab. Shaking it off, she just moved forward, ignoring those who looked at her. She didn’t even stop to look at anything in the city. She just continued to head in the direction of Kilika, hoping nothing else would stand in her way. Despite her injuries she moved at an incredible speed and was a swift swimmer. A trip that would take days is only taking a few hours for her; it was part of being created to be a weapon. The guide in her head was showing her where to go, and she gladly followed, continuing to trust that it would lead her to where she needed to be in the end.<br/><br/>When she arrived at Kilika, Meira had to admit it was not what she was expecting. She had never been here before, but she go the sense that it was supposed to be a beautiful place. What she found instead was a place that seemed to have been damaged—<br/><br/>A roar sounded in the distance, cutting her away from her thoughts. “Ifrit…”<br/><br/>---------------<br/><br/>Ifrit was inching closer toward Jade and her companion. Each time he exhaled, flames licked the air. His eyes were locked onto them and he had a bloodthirsty yet possessed look in his eyes. It was almost as if he was not really Ifrit, but some sort of copy, yet this was Ifrit. It was strange, wasn’t it? He really did seem like a puppet the way he looked at the two of them.<br/><br/>And then, right when he was getting close enough to strike, the temperature in the room went from intensely hot to as cold as Mt Gagazet.