Pilgrimage – Interlude
She was
standing in a sea of blackness, aware that time was passing without her.
But she also knew that the Demon King had not been totally destroyed. She
could feel his magic building, his power being restored by something she
couldn’t sense within this blackness.
She’d
been lucky. Gourry was easy to push in the right direction, and with Zelgadis
near Amelia, all she’d had to do was push Amelia down the path that the
girl had previously been afraid of.
But there
was another aura with them, a powerful yet unawakened aura, and she didn’t
know what to make of it.
She’d
wait.
It was
all she could do until Amelia got there.
Wait
and plan.
She was
good at that. After ten years, she had a lot of plans.