The stone that had molested the witch seemed to seep into the floor, leaving the worn girl to face the lows of her high, Off in the distance, there was the sound of dripping water. The chest still gleamed in the dim light, covered in the thin layer of crystal. And as always, the curse pulse in the back of her mind and the recesses of her belly.<br/><br/>Amora had lost a part of herself in this battle. If she stayed here, she would eventually lose everything.