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.