[Bonus thanks to BobTheEngineer <3]
"Sylas? SYLAS!"
Cassarae dug at piles of soot and ash on her hands and knees. Her nails scraped against the ground, pulling at large amounts of dirt and grime every time.
She could have used her sword, or even a tool, but she was afraid. Too afraid.
What if she accidentally hit Sylas or what remained of him? What if she didn't control her strength and ended up killing him? The only way to make sure she wouldn't do this was if she could make sure that she could sense him first.
She wasn't an idiot. She knew that with her senses, if Sylas was anywhere here, even if he was buried beneath piles of earth, she would be able to find him almost instantly.
If she couldn't sense him, it meant that he was either not here or his Will had already been wiped out. But she didn't dare to stop for long enough to think that through.
She just kept screaming, kept digging.
