Sephariel smiled softly, her eyes filled with pain and sorrow. "Thank you for the advice," she said quietly as the Mananangal ran off to some far distant battle. "And good luck," she whispered although she doubted the girl heard. Her soft pink lips parted into a weary sigh as she recalled the Mananangal's advice. The truth is she didn't particularly care about whether or not she survived this war. She was down here because it had been preordained and she would die here if it were so willed. "All that happens," she whispered softly, "happens to ensure that the divine balance is maintained."<br/><br/>Rising to her feet slowly she stepped outside the library. It wasn't very often that she ventured outside but she was curious about what was happening further out in the catacombs. "So they've come here already," she said sadly to no one in particular. Her steps were soft and light across the cave floor as she strode to the edge of the mana pool, housing the Heart. She could sense it had tired itself, moving something from further out, although it had been careful not to use up all its strength. The Heart would need more strength if she was going to see what was happened. Reaching for the silver ritual dagger at her side, she slowly pulled it from its sheath and held it to her finger. The Heart had warned her not to shed any of her blood, both for her own safety and the safety of those who dwelled down here. However most of them seemed distracted by the impending battle and she doubted a single drop would fill their nostrils with such a scent as to drive them mad with bloodlust. Giving her finger a tiny prick to draw a single bead of bright red blood, she stretched out her hand to hold it over the pool, waiting a second for it to drop off and sink slowly into the water.<br/><br/>She could see the droplet spreading throughout the pool, transforming from a tiny droplet into a faint wisp as it was spread throughout the pool. Slowly it started to sink down towards the Heart as though drawn by some invisible force, wrapping around the thing like a blanket before sinking into its flesh. She had been down here in the catacombs long before any of the others who dwelled here and had done the same thing then, although that time she had been trying to kill the creature. Her blood burned the wicked and cured the righteous and she had nearly emptied her wrist in an attempt to stop the thing from waking. However when she found that her blood caused no pain to the creature she realised that she had been drawn to this place for another reason; to help the heart restore balance. She could sense its power stirring, only faintly, beneath the surface. Reaching out her hand to the surface of the mana pool and opening her mind to the upcoming battle she whispered "Heart, please grant me sight where I have none."