Night

Abigail sat by the garden which was illuminated by the pale silvery light of the moon as she tried to discover a way to start the search. They were supposed to set off by now since the moon was out high in the Sky, and the light would guide them nevertheless. She tried to use all that she's learnt from that nightmare, all that the cyclone gods lineage had invoked and released into her. All of the info. It was mostly about Viscarria and the Dark tower in Ki Dollarama. Then a few about how to use some of her powers while the rest remained jailed within her for a while until the will of the gods will be done.

Abigail smirked when she marked out the safest routes. She had used her magic to remove blood from herself without being drained. In fact, the magic made it seem as if her blood wasn't pinched at all. She had filled two bottles with it and packaged it in her rough sack. This same sack she uses whenever it's important for her to run her animation business like she always do in New Y