I shivered, walking into the room. It was the same, but different all at the same time. Without the light purple gleam to the fountain, it was relatively darker, and we could barely see anything. There were torches covered in spiderwebs decorated throughout the chamber, indicating they’ve never really been used. Then again, why would they be? With the purple glow, the room was bright enough as it was, before. However, now that it was gone, there was a need for the light. I lifted my hands, spreading them out wide as I concentrated, and suddenly all of the torches throughout the room were lit, casting a nice dark orange glow. The mixture of the soft babble of the fountain, mixed with the crackle of the fire was echoing through the room, but it wasn’t loud enough to block out the soft uncari
