CHAPTER IV: RIOTS & THRONES (5)
The son of the angel then, peered through her sister's eyes, and in the corners of her soul she found fear. She raised her glowing arms carefully from her; the fire crystal on the right of her and the sailor on the left of her. Her younger sister, surrendered and ready to die, bows her head because she did not place the correct look within her for the terror she was about to experience. She will love then, she lowers her arms aggressively, attacking with both crystals.
"Open your eyes, Abhir," exclaims the golden daughter.
Rita opens her eyes to realize that Amara had prostrated both crystals towards both sides of her, without hurting her, but imposing the majesty of a clear domain; own control.
"In your soul there is only panic," says Amara, "and your m
