Light. Very bright light. It's a different kind of light than what the Hell of Blazing Fires gives off. It's a warm, bright light.
The other ravens caw loudly and scatter. Lots of black shapes fleeing into the cavern. The rocks are illuminated by the light.
Who is the strongest hell raven here?
A voice? A voice. An echoing, warm-sounding woman's voice. One can only look up at the light in wonderment.
Is it you?
It is. It is.
You have a lot of potential, moreso than any other youkai I have seen down here. Little hell raven, would you like power?
Eyes wide in anticipation. One can only look up in wonderment and pray they don't fall to their knees shaking.
With power, that shaking body can stand.
Even as things are, the Hell of Blazing Fires will not last forever. Only you have the ability to keep that from happening.
An outstretched hand, bathed in light. In the palm, there's a little red light. Can one dare to reach for it?
It's a different kind of light, one that's so overpowering and brilliant. Even with closed eyes it pours through, soaking every fiber of being inside and out. It fills the body and soul with an intense light so that one cannot even tell where they are standing anymore.
The light coalesces at the chest and burns.
It hurts.