Chapter 100: Whispers in the Dark

Emilia’s POV The stone's fissures deepen and become more noticeable. My power permeates them, builds strength, and winds its way around the air surrounding me. I yawn and stretch as my limbs begin to feel lighter after years of sleep. The mist rises, crawling along the cold stone floor and swirling like smoke as it fills the hidden chambers. Feel it? I ask those with weak wills around me. Do you sense the pull? People who are vulnerable and looking for something greater than what they already know are already audible to me. The light of my whispers causes their thoughts to flicker like moths. Observing them fight and writhe under my power is addictive. You're weak. You all. You have nothing, even though you believe you have power. Those I touch have their once-clear minds distorted by doubt and rage, and their thoughts become fragmented. I bend them to my whim, twisting them until they lose their ability to think independently. They start interrogating Cameron. His might. His choi