[ Old World - Eternal pool ]
Her mother's eyes glowed with sorrow and fire all at once as she held Autumn's shoulders tighter.
Her fingers trembled yet steady with the weight of truth.
"It is now your burden, Autumn," she whispered, her voice both tender and unyielding. "You must bear the cross… carry forward what was once given to us… what was once cursed…you bear the torch now,my dear…you carry the flame…Isolde's resting place is no longer a sanctuary…it's been infiltrated…"
Most of what her mother said, Autumn did not understand.
Her lips parted, a protest rising in her throat, a lot of queries building inside her chest. "What are you talking about? Wait, Mom…no…I don't understand! What do you mean carry it? What am I supposed to…"
But before her words could shape themselves, her mother lifted her palm and pressed it firmly…correction, violently…against Autumn's chest.
The touch wasn't warm.
It was fire.
A pulse of ancient energy surged through her like a thunderclap.
