As Jeriko expected, the darkness of the old dilapidated warehouse, swallowed the solace of light that the moon attempted to offer within the building.
"Ailumos." Jeriko spoke into the air and immediately, an illumination appeared from him, warping itself into a trained shape before floating a few feet above his head to compensate for the darkness. He stood there waiting, his anxiety growing as he held his hand to his heart, the ache that he had experienced before coming in, turning into something dull yet excruciating at the same time. It was almost as if a part of his would had suddenly been taken away from him. Why did he feel this way? He needed to hurry and find Aurora.
He kept a charm on Mags that she didn't' know about so he that he'd know at all times of the day wheth
