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Catyah entered the dinning room of her family's quarters in the Holy Houses and roughly closed the door behind her. Her long black hair and her skirt were dripping onto the black and red carpet, her muddy combat boots leaving a trail behind her. But she didn't care, none of it mattered. Her mind was troubled, her thoughts tangled to the point where she couldn't sort anything out. She kept relieving, time and again, her visit to the temple. The glow of the kai still danced before her eyes, the scar in the Void still hurt deep within her soul. She could still feel it, throbbing painfully, although she had spent all day away from it. And what a day it had been.