Lennon:
I crossed the threshold into the plain I was created for with Knox’s fingers still intertwined with mine. Once I kill Adoria’s b***h ass, this place will be mine to do with what I see fit. Knox keeps his hoard of souls inside, separate like a tap on a keg he can switch on whenever he wants to. But, as for me… this is my feeding ground, a purgatory for the banished and the souls stuck in the tender in-between that are too scared to go into the holy lights. So, my first act of kindness for this place will be to remove the darkness.
Harley flipped her hand over, creating a fireball in her palm, but the darkness was so thick that nothing could penetrate it. Because I was made for this place, I can see everything. I know where everything is, where everything belongs. Cassius does not
