If I hold up hell, will you take the blame?
Put the devil’s tongue on my middle name
Put the devil’s tongue on my middle name
Her brows knit together as she studies the symbols, stepping forward to run her fingers over the symbols, muttering quietly to herself. The pattern isn't apparent at first. None of it making sense until she realizes that some of them are flipped. That perhaps that matters. Using her torch to light the area around her, Cordelia kneels down in the cave, removing a dagger from her hip to carve into the ground. Tally after tally is made. Seemingly none of it makes any sense to those who aren't aware of her sudden thought process. Suddenly a smile curls on her lips.
"I think I've got it..." The Attuned murmurs, standing and slotting an upside down ghost into place with a satisfied nod. It seems to fit, and she steps back to take in the pattern as a whole.
Cordelia enters an upside down ghost!
"I think I've got it..." The Attuned murmurs, standing and slotting an upside down ghost into place with a satisfied nod. It seems to fit, and she steps back to take in the pattern as a whole.
Cordelia enters an upside down ghost!
Cordelia
