[SWE] The Core and the Voice

ASHE They may say, "You're too small, you're too young to do it all," But you're a giant on the inside. They may say, "It's not enough, leave your dreams collecting dust," But there's a fire that you can't hide.     Ashe was reeling, she was bleeding, she was exhausted, but up she climbed. Kalt was coming, she knew, but she couldn't resist the pull upwards. She had to keep moving, couldn't stop. Her chest ached and bled and burned, but if she stopped the far worse pain would overtake her: the look on Ronin's face as she plunged her sword into his heart. Her wound was hardly enough penance. She wasn't sure if it was shock that made her hands shake and her fingers go cold or the bloodloss - maybe both.    Still with ragged breath she climbed. All she had lost for this, and it was this that would bring it all back. Failure was not an option: she would get free of this place, and she would find the keeper of souls, and she would be bringing one back with her.    The wolf girl leaned aganst the wall briefly as she made it up, her brilliant eyes locking upon the sight before her. Some distant part of her felt fascination, wonder even at whatever this was. The source of the Voice? The key to freedom? Ashe was in too much pain and too focused to submit to her awe, to care about how truly incredible this was.    With a half snarl and a grit of her teeth, Ashe pushed off of the wall and moved to stand unsteadily before the mummified body at the mysterious sphere, studiously ignoring the way her head spun or the way every breath felt like a handful of glass in her chest. "We have entered, and we behold," she growled roughly, a wolf's fangs flashing behind her lips. "Now how do we bring down that fucking barrier?"    It was then that he arrived at her side. She glanced up at him at his smile, and she managed a weak one for a fraction of a second until his hand was on her. She let out a breath and leaned against him, grounding herself with the realness of him, turning her eyes back to the being before them. She knew his magic handled minor wounds well, so at the least he was able to slow her bleeding, keep her on her feet. "Zariah," she directed quietly. "She's hurt too." Break through the barricade You gotta keep on fighting facing giants, unafraid Born to move these mountains out of your way