Ambrosa sat in the dark. She sat alone. The shackles on her wrists, neck, and feet dug sharply into her mortal skin whenever she moved. Tears strained to break free from her shut eyes, but to no avail. She was too drained to keep crying. The barrier was still strong, yet her land was slowly withering away. The lost souls wailed painfully for a guide, a guide that was unable to help them.<br/><br/>The barest whisper lightly touched her skin as it brought smells to her dungeon. It smelt... unclean, polluted, and earthy. Ambrosa knew that those scents could never belong to her land. They had to have come from Beyond the barrier, yet that was impossible!<br/><br/>She felt the iron cuffs loosen and her eyes widened in awe. "So, the barrier has been broken... But not enough."