I step out into my room again, panting in my haste, no time to wonder why the fire brought me here and not directly to the chapel. Perhaps I should fear I've twice now ridden the flame without a destination in mind, but my connection to the blaze inside me is stronger than ever and in it I now fully trust.
But I will trust in no other, at least of my kind, not until I speak to Gaia myself.
It's late, late enough I have the halls of the sanctuary to myself as I rush down the stairs and to the main corridor. I pause at the bottom, mind finally shifting into caution mode, holding me back from simply dashing the distance to the chapel doors and throwing them wide.
The vision felt immediate. But that could mean now, tomorrow, any time in the next twenty-four hours. I must be careful. Surely
