"Keep draining her," Aiden instructed Milarel. "Make her nightmares more frequent, if possible. The more tired she is, the quicker I can capture her."
As you wish, My Lord.
"Still no clue on how she's awakening people?"
…My sincere apologies, My Lord. I can't think of a way to find it other than by invading her mind.
Aiden shook her head at the mere suggestion. Milarel was already taking too big of a risk by controlling Joan's nightmares. Invading her mind would be too big of a risk.
"No need. Just to what you're doing," Aiden said.
Yes, My Lord.
With that, Milarel's voice disappeared from his mind.
Things had taken an interesting turn. According to Milarel, the ascension, as Joan called it, happened only during the night. Every warrior in her group was placed around her chambers so that no one but Joan and her selected person could enter her room.
