Ophilia's first step against the Guardian of the First Flame was to hit it with her staff with as much strength as she could muster. She could tell that it didn't do all that much to help her cause though, and the Guardian barely seemed to notice that she had done anything at all. A few tiny pebbles came off from the spot where she made contact, but that was the only cue that she had done anything of note. This was going to be much more difficult than fighting the wolves and bats throughout the rest of the cave, but Ophilia was up for the challenge. She knew that she was going to have to find a way to succeed if she was to take up the Ember and save Lianna from her own responsibility.
The Guardian responded by slashing its long arm, the one that didn't appear as a shield, towards Ophilia. She threw up her arms to block as much of the attack as she could, but the strike still smarted more than she would have liked. She hissed in pain but recognized that she was going to be able to press on for a little while longer before she needed to take a chance to heal with a grape. She followed up with another strike with her staff, smiling to herself when she saw another flurry of pebbles fly free of the Guardian's body. As far as she could tell, she would defeat the Guardian of the First Flame after its body had completely crumbled under the result of her actions. It was a being made of rocks, and Ophilia was confident that forcing the remaining stones away from its core would end the battle and mark her as worthy to take up the Ember and continue her journey.
Ophilia was ready for another physical attack, but she was surprised when the Guardian didn't lash out with its arm. Instead, it pointed towards her, and the air around Ophilia began to buzz with something that almost felt alive. She didn't realize that the Guardian was summoning magic until it was too late, and she felt the full force of an attack of Fire magic. The attack didn't hurt as much as she was anticipating though, and Ophilia recognized that her affinity for magic had likely defended her from the impending attack. She was silently thankful that she had decided to take up the arcane arts rather than physical combat since it appeared to have saved her skin.
Ophilia was quick when she struck the Guardian's body next, and with a few quick blows from her staff, she was able to leave her foe dizzy and stumbling. Ophilia gasped to herself and smiled silently. This was her chance to attack with everything she had, and she wasn't about to allow it to pass her by. Ophilia pressed her hands together and called upon the magic that stirred just beneath the surface before focusing on the light thriving inside of her body. A few moments later, a pillar of light erupted in front of her, and Ophilia smiled at the sight of the Guardian's pebbles once again beginning to disperse. She had done more than she thought, it seemed, not that she was complaining. Ophilia allowed herself a moment of pride, though it didn't last long.
The Guardian came back to its senses while she was celebrating her brief triumph, and it hit her roughly with its blade-like arm. Ophilia could see blood starting to flow down the side of her face, and she realized that this was the time for her to focus on recovery. She dug a healing grape out of her bag and shoved it into her mouth before chewing and swallowing as quickly as possible. The Guardian took this brief distraction as a chance to attack, slicing its blade towards her. Ophilia jumped backwards just in time to keep from being hit before rushing forward.
Ophilia desperately slammed her staff into the Guardian with as much force as she could muster, repeating her earlier motions. If she could leave the Guardian, which appeared to be susceptible to her staff attacks, dizzy, then she would be able to follow up with her more powerful light magic strikes. Ophilia decided that this plan was as good as any, and she focused on hitting the Guardian with her staff before it realized what was happening.
As soon as the Guardian's defenses were down, Ophilia took a grounding breath before forcing the buzz of magic out through her fingertips. She was getting better at it as far as she could tell, and the power seemed to flow naturally to her in a way that she could have never anticipated. She watched as a significant chunk of rock fell off the Guardian at its shoulder, leaving the blue veins of its shield exposed to the cold air of the Cave of Origin. It was a weakness that Ophilia would be able to exploit, and she fully intended to take advantage of it.
Before she could do so though, the Guardian closed its eyes and began to concentrate. A dark wisp much like the one that Ophilia had encountered before manifested itself, and Ophilia frowned to herself. Something about the wisp felt ominous to her somehow, and she could tell that the flow of the battle was going to change if she didn't get rid of the magical being as quickly as possible. She called upon her magic and sent as much force as she could towards the wisp, and she was surprised to learn that it didn't do anything to fight back or respond to her attack. Ophilia counted this among her blessings rather than questioning what the wisp was up to, and she jumped backwards to keep from being hit by a downward slash from the Guardian.
As soon as the dark wisp began to shift, a sign that Ophilia had lowered its defenses by striking its weaknesses so many times, Ophilia looked up to the Guardian and began to hit it as many times as she could. The Guardian was left dazed by the time that Ophilia recovered from her bout of desperation. She could tell that her magic was growing scarce, but Ophilia still called upon the final traces that she had access to before expelling them outwards in a pair of light columns that struck both the dark wisp and Guardian with a resounding echo.
Ophilia almost expected retaliation for her attacks, but she was surprised to see the dark wisp had disappeared in the chaos. She let out a sigh before glancing up to the Guardian. Its shield was on the verge of crumbling, and it had grown significantly shorter thanks to the rocks on its legs starting to fall apart. Ophilia knew that she was getting closer, and she closed her eyes to brace for another fiery attack when the Guardian pulled back in preparation. After the strike hit, she pulled out an inspiriting plum and popped it between her teeth. As soon as it entered her body, the plum replenished her magical energy, and Ophilia could feel the newfound strength flowing as easily through her body as blood or, in that moment, adrenaline. She sighed at the bliss and thanked herself for remembering to buy so many plums. The last thing she wanted was to be left with minimal magic against the Guardian of the First Flame.
Her foe seemed to realize that it wasn't going to be lasting much longer, and it began to glow with purple light. The violet coloring started inside of the Guardian, whirling around its blue veins before spreading outwards. Ophilia could tell that this was a sign of something catastrophic, and she used her staff as much as she could to lower its defenses. The Guardian was left dazed before it had the chance to unleash its full strength, and Ophilia sighed in relief. She was starting to get tired, a bone-deep type of exhaustion that no amount of healing grapes would ever be able to fix. The day, with all of its highs and lows, had begun to wear on her, it seemed.
"I hope this works," Ophilia whispered before gripping tightly at her staff with one hand and shoving her fingers outwards with the other. The light that exploded outwards was so bright that it temporarily stole Ophilia's vision, but at the heart of the shining beacon, she could see the Guardian of the First Flame starting to crumble. Starting from the bottom, the rocks that made up its body began to fall away, leaving behind nothing more than the memory of combat.
Ophilia stood perfect still for a few long moments, unsure of if she should truly believe that she had just accomplished something so incredible. She watched the rocks that had once been the Guardian for a long moment, waiting for any indications that would tell her she was still in danger. Ophilia didn't realize how loud the beating of her own heart was until after it was all she heard alongside the cold breeze and her own heavy breathing.
Ophilia let out a sigh and allowed her defenses to slip away. She dropped her staff and began to walk towards the First Flame as she gave the stones one final glance for the sake of her own sense of security. Something deep down told her that she was safe, but as far as she was concerned, she could never be too careful.
"This... This is the First Flame of Aelfric, the fire she brought down from the heavens..." Ophilia whispered. All of her previous concerns were forgotten as she stared spellbound at the flickering flame, and her body seemed to move on its own. "It's so beautiful... As brilliant as the stars burning in the night sky..."
Ophilia. Thou hast been judged to worthy to bearen the Sacred Flame. Reachen out thine hand, and taken it in Aelfric's Lanthorn.
Ophilia glanced off to the side of the burning flame and saw that there was something resembling a lantern resting on the pedestal. It was time-worn and made of black metal. As soon as Ophilia touched the handle, she felt as if every part of her body was standing to attention, understanding that this was one of the most important moments of her life. She was breathless, and nothing could have ever hoped to ground her in that moment of perfection.
A piece of the blue flame nearby seemed to break away from the main body of dancing light, and it entered the lantern carefully. Ophilia knew that this had to be the Ember, and she allowed herself to blow out the light of her own lantern before looking back to the Lanthorn. Somehow, she didn't think that she would be needing the lantern again throughout the rest of her journey.
"The Lanthorn... This must be it," Ophilia whispered, though she didn't seem to realize that she was the one to have spoken until after the words reached her ears. She continued to run the lantern between her fingers, and even though she was wearing gloves, the power of the Lanthorn seemed to transcend everything that she had ever known. Her injuries seemed to heal themselves, and Ophilia was left to wonder if perhaps it was Aelfric herself that was granting her such a blessing.
"This is the sacred lantern used in the Kindling. Aelfric's Lanthorn..." Ophilia continued, still taking an oddly long time to register the sound of her own voice and the strange way it filled her ears. She let out a sigh and shook her head, tightening her grip on the handle. "Lianna... Please forgive me. I must hasten back."
Ophilia's journey out of the Cave of Origin passed by in a hazy blur, and all she seemed to know for those few precious moments was the Lanthorn in her hand and the Ember that burned at the heart of the black steel. She didn't suffer any other monster attacks after retrieving the Lanthorn, almost as if the occupants of the Cave of Origin had come to accept her as their mistress. She didn't see any traces of the beasts she had encountered before, and Ophilia couldn't help but wonder if this was part of the power that the Lanthorn had to offer her.
When she arrived back at the Flamesgrace cathedral, Ophilia was careful to sneak around to ensure that nobody saw her. The Lanthorn had gained glass walls to protect the Ember when Ophilia wasn't watching, and she used this to her advantage by hiding the Lanthorn beneath her cape. She had returned her borrowed lantern to its original position outside the path to the Cave of Origin, so the Lanthorn was the only thing that she needed to concern herself with.
Ophilia set down her bag and staff before hesitating and looking to the Lanthorn. She didn't think that she would be able to leave without saying goodbye to Lianna and Josef. She had to go and see them, even if it was just briefly. She would never be able to forgive herself if she departed without so much as a parting embrace.
Ophilia continued to hide the Lanthorn under her cape, pulling the fabric in tight around her shoulders so that nobody would notice anything was off. She carefully pushed the door to Josef's room open with one gloved hand, peering inside cautiously before her gaze fell upon Lianna and Josef. Lianna was sitting beside Josef's bedside as expected, looking down at her hands with an expression that could only be described as lifeless. Lianna looked up when she heard the door creak to mark Ophilia's arrival, and the blonde cleric was left to wonder if Lianna had done anything but worry in the past few hours.
"Lianna... How is His Excellency?" Ophilia questioned slowly, careful to stay quiet to keep from disturbing her adoptive father. She shut the door cautiously, doing her best to keep from immediately spilling the truth of her ambitions to Lianna without anything resembling tact.
"He is sleeping still, but he seems to be resting more easily now," Lianna replied. Her expression became painted with worry as she rose to her feet and walked towards Ophilia shakily. "Where have you been, Ophilia? Everyone was worried about you."
Ophilia hesitated before looking down to the ground, refusing to meet Lianna's gaze. "Lianna... There is something I must tell you..." The guilt that came to hit Ophilia was almost enough to make her nauseous, and she realized that her earlier lack of repentance was only building up for everything to crash down the instant that she realized what she had done. What if Lianna was upset with her for going behind her back? Would Ophilia even be eligible to go on the Kindling after betraying the church's trust? Was this the end of her time in Flamesgrace? Her actions were sacrilege, and while she had known this previously, recognizing it in the heat of that moment as she struggled under Lianna's gaze was different from previously loosely acknowledging the truth.
A sudden haggard cough cut off Ophilia, and she let out a gasp as she looked over to Josef. "My... My daughters..." he whispered carefully. He was still stretched out in bed, but he seemed to have gained the resolve to try and sit up properly.
Ophilia and Lianna both dashed to his size, and Lianna wrapped her fingers in his as quickly as she could. "Father!" she cried out.
"Your Excellency!" Ophilia exclaimed. She hid the Lanthorn even deeper in her cape, the guilt hitting her in newfound waves. She knew that she had made the right choice, but doubt was starting to seep in, and it refused to release her from its grasp.
"Forgive me, my girls... For making you worry so..." Josef murmured as he slowly locked his eyes on both Lianna and Ophilia. Lianna helped him to sit up, and he gave her a small nod of thanks. His expression softened with sympathy when he noticed how upset she was. "Do not look at me with such sad eyes, Lianna... I will be well again before-" He was cut off by another series of coughs, and it took an uncomfortably long time for him to calm himself once again. Lianna whimpered his name once again before Josef shook his head, a tired yet dismissive gesture that replicated his regular grace but still didn't quite reach it. "I will be well again before long... But now is not the time for such worries. The rite..."
Lianna staggered backwards with a dry exhale that fully portrayed her grief, and Ophilia felt a twist of guilt and terror pass through her core. Lianna didn't want to leave, another sign that Ophilia had made the right decision. Adrenaline began to course through Ophilia's veins anew, a sign of anxiety that she knew she had no power to vanish. She bit down on her lip before swallowing back the rest of her nerves.
"Your Excellency, I must speak with you," Ophilia said carefully, thinking out each word before it could leave her lips. She could hear nothing save for the crackling of flames and the pounding of her heart in her ears, and she wished that the latter would calm its screaming for just a moment so that she could process her thoughts in full.
Josef seemed to be able to sense the severity of the matter, and he arched an eyebrow in Ophilia's direction. "What is it, Ophilia?" he asked softly.
Ophilia let out one final breath, preparing herself for the chaos that was bound to come next. She pushed the Lanthorn out from beneath her cape, trying to ignore the dry taste of her mouth. Why did it feel as if speaking had suddenly become impossible? "I would go on the pilgrimage and complete the Kindling in Lianna's stead," she declared, trying to hide the way her voice wavered.
Lianna let out a gasp, and her hands flew to her mouth. "That's... Aelfric's Lanthorn?! Ophilia, you...!" She didn't seem to be insulted in the slightest, and fear was the only emotion that flashed through her brown eyes. When Ophilia looked closer, she could see that her sister's hands had begun to shake with anxiety.
Ophilia struggled to maintain eye contact with Lianna as she felt the full weight of her actions all over again. Lianna's staring wasn't helping her to escape her guilt even though she knew that this choice had been for the best. Ophilia's heart was suddenly heavy, like an impossible weight was attempting to suffocate her with each passing moment.
"Ophilia..." Josef whispered next, his shock playing out upon his face in the blink of an eye. Somehow, it felt as if it was taking place in slow motion as well, and the combination made Ophilia feel as if she was suspended in time with no hope to escape it. She was breathless, and all she could do was stare at him, waiting for the inevitability of either punishment or reassurance.
"You are aware that it is a grave sin for one to enter the Cave of Origin without the church's permission," Josef began. Even so, the reflection in his eyes wasn't one of disappointment in the slightest. Instead, Ophilia could see something that seemed a bit too much like recognition. Josef couldn't have known that this was going to happen, and yet, there he was, proud, afraid, surprised, and familiar with the situation all at the same time, an endless blend that left Ophilia feeling sick to her stomach.
"I am, Your Excellency," Ophilia finally managed to say, finding that the words came with more difficulty than they had any right to. At the very least, she had managed to find the power to speak once again. That had to count for something, right?
"Ophilia... But... But why...?" Lianna choked out, and Ophilia could have sworn that she saw tears welling up in her companion's eyes.
"Lianna, leave us now. I would speak with Ophilia alone," Josef suddenly asserted, sounding far more confident and powerful than he had previously. His tone offered no room for objection.
And yet, Lianna still attempted to protest. "But Father!" she exclaimed, fear appearing in renewed quantities in her eyes. Ophilia looked away from them both, unsure of if she would be able to stand consistent eye contact since they were now aware of what she had done.
"Worry not. I will not be punishing your sister, Lianna, but there are matters we must discuss," Josef explained. Ophilia felt a sudden wave of relief crash down on her, leaving her to gasp silently.
Lianna was just as surprised, but she corrected herself a moment later. She looked down to her feet. "I understand... Just... Don't be too hard on her, okay?" she murmured, seeming to struggle to phrase the request. Josef nodded his agreement, and Lianna gave both her father and Ophilia a longing glance before slowly making her way to the door. The tap of the door shutting echoed in Ophilia's mind like a siren.
Josef turned his attention to Ophilia in full once Lianna was gone. "At least it would seem you came through your ill-advised journey in one piece," he began simply, the words holding enough weight that they threatened to crush Ophilia without hesitation.
Ophilia nodded. "I did, Your Excellency," she whispered. She forced herself to meet his eyes despite the anxiety that was quickly mounting and trying to drag her down into the depths of the snow of Flamesgrace.
"And I can assume you set out with no preparation to speak of. For all your quiet dignity..." Josef said quietly. He shook his head, and Ophilia couldn't tell if he was disappointed or proud somehow. The twist in her stomach told her that it was the former.
"I am sorry, Your Excellency," Ophilia told him, hating how small and insignificant she felt in that moment. The light pull of the Lanthorn suddenly felt like lead between her fingers, the primary chain that would damn her to hell for rebelling against the church and its first and most well-known rule.
"Oh, Ophilia... I only hope that this kindness of yours will not be your ruin," Josef continued. Ophilia perked up at his words, her confused expression prompting him to continue. "You journeyed to the Cave of Origin so that Lianna might stay here with me, did you not?" Ophilia responded with silence, and that was the only answer Josef needed. "I will inform the pontiff that there has been a change in plans and that you will perform the Kindling in Lianna's stead. Speak with your sister and learn what she has these many months. Your instruction will be abbreviated, but I know you are up to the task."
Ophilia's breath was stolen from her lungs once again. "Your Excellency...!" she whispered. The Ember began to shine a little bit brighter from its place in the Lanthorn, and Ophilia forced herself to not look at it in her moment of endless shock.
"Your kindness brings warmth and light to all around you, Ophilia, just as does the Sacred Flame," Josef went on. He reached out and took her hand in his own.
Ophilia sniffled, not realizing that she had started to cry until after the sound reached her ears. "Your Excellency, I..." she began, unsure of where she was going to be headed with the sentence next but doing her best to try anyways.
"Ophilia, when I first took you in, I had a dream," Josef said suddenly, cutting off any thoughts from Ophilia before they could be spoken.
"A dream?" Ophilia echoed uncertainly, shocked at the sudden change of subject.
Josef nodded. "A dream of you, bearing the Sacred Flame into the world. Looking back now, I realize it was an omen of what was to come," he explained. Suddenly, Ophilia understood his brief recognition, but the mention of Josef foreseeing this event somehow made her even more nervous than before. "Lianna is a fine daughter, my pride and joy. She has served as a daughter of the church far better than I had any right to expect. But I know that it has not come easily to her. She has given up much of her true self to be who she must be for the church." He paused, and the silence became infinitely more suffocating as sorrow manifested on his features. "I have not yet told Lianna, but I fear that I am not much longer for this world."
Ophilia fell to her knees at his side, desperate to be closer to him. She set the Lanthorn down unceremoniously beside her. "But, Your Excellency! The healers said-"
"I trust that I know my body better than any other," Josef cut in. Ophilia couldn't help the whisper of his name that tumbled from her lips before Josef continued. "Oh, Ophilia... I am so proud of you and Lianna both. Promise me that you will love one another forever..."
The resignation in his eyes was too much for Ophilia to bear, and tears continued to streak down her cheeks in rivers. She didn't even bother trying to deny them, understanding that it wouldn't have much of a point anyways. "Your Excellency... I..." Before Ophilia could stop herself, she had cried out the one word that she had always thought herself undeserving of saying, and her grasp on Josef's hand grew tighter. "Father, please! Please don't leave us!"
For a brief flash of a moment, Ophilia felt as if she was back in Creek fifteen years before, a scared young girl who had seen the brutality that humanity was capable of. She remembered the flash of steel and the way that blades had so easily pierced through flesh and bone, leaving behind only blood that haunted Ophilia's nightmares on her worst of days. She could never forget the sight of crimson or the stench of death. Josef had been her savior from the torture of grief, and yet, there he was saying that he was going to leave her as well. It was too much for her to bear, and she could feel the fear ripping her apart at the seams despite her attempts to remain composed.
Josef simply squeezed her hand, his eyes flooding with joy as she called him her father. Tears began to fall down his cheeks as well, and Ophilia realized all too late that she hadn't only been depriving herself of the sensation of family, but him as well. All she could do was sit on the floor beside his bed and cry until there was nothing left for her to give.
Sleep came slowly to Ophilia, and she tossed and turned the whole night through. By the time she had risen to be sent out for the Kindling, she felt hollow and empty, Josef's words still ringing in her ears. She had to make sure that Lianna didn't find out from her though. She could hide it for a brief time, couldn't she?
After the preparations were finished, Ophilia walked down the stairs outside the cathedral with Lianna. No snow fell from the skies, and that only made the morning more eerie than it already was.
"And with that, I should be off," Ophilia declared as she turned to Lianna. They had done one final check of her supplies before leaving, and there was nothing left for her to do before the journey began. "Do take care."
"Take care yourself... I think Father was looking a little better today, don't you think?" Lianna posed with a gentle yet somber smile. "We nearly had to tie him to his bed, he so wished to be here too."
Ophilia bit back her words and her tears as she nodded. "It's good to know he's acting more like himself again," she said simply.
Ophilia was almost relieved when Lianna took a few steps away in contemplation. "Ophilia... I owe you an apology," she suddenly confessed.
Ophilia's voice shook when she spoke. "Whatever for, Lianna?"
"When I first heard that you would go on the pilgrimage in my stead... To tell you the truth, I was relieved. The thought that I could stay here with Father instead of worrying about the Kindling..." Lianna trailed off as she looked back to her sister with tears in her eyes. "I knew you would be putting yourself in great danger, and yet... I was so happy. Can you forgive me, Ophilia?"
Ophilia shook her head as she approached Lianna and locked their hands together. "Oh, please. I'm the one who should apologize. I have no right to be here, and yet... Here I am."
"I know that you only wanted to help me," Lianna cut in. She wrapped her arms around Ophilia's body. "And knowing that you will perform the rite in my stead makes me happier than anything."
Ophilia hesitated before returning the embrace. "Thank you, Lianna." They held the hug for a moment before Ophilia stepped back. "And so, my journey begins. To Saintsbridge, Goldshore, and finally, back to Flamesgrace. Light the flames in each town. Perform the Kindling as our forebears have. I'll be gone for a while, but if ever you or Father need me, pray send for me at once."
Lianna nodded. "Thank you, Ophilia. Really do take care of yourself, okay?" she asked
Ophilia nodded in return with a fond smile. "Let us see how Saintsbridge treats me," she said. She bowed her head to Lianna. "Till we meet again, dear sister. May the Sacred Flame light your path."
"And may it ever shine its warmth upon you," Lianna returned. She shared one final glance with Ophilia before the latter began to walk down the stairs, the Ember and Lanthorn in her grasp shining as a beacon among the darkened morning light.
As Ophilia traveled through Flamesgrace, she let out a tense sigh. If she was fast enough with the Kindling, she would be able to return in time to see Josef one last time. That was her greatest hope, at the very least. She had bid him farewell the day before just in case, but Ophilia was choosing to cling to her hope to the bitter end. Perhaps he would recover despite his concerns that he was on the verge of passing away. Ophilia would pray daily to Aelfric for such if it would potentially bring him safety.
I believe in you.
There it was again. The woman's voice had been absent ever since Ophilia first set out to find the Ember, but Ophilia couldn't help feeling that something about it was simply right, as if the pieces of her life were finally slipping back into place. She didn't know how to describe it, but the world seemed to fall into striking clarity when the words echoed in her mind.
Ophilia allowed the simple phrase of encouragement to push her forward, and she came to a stop outside the border of Flamesgrace. She gave one final glance over her shoulder at the town, rubbing at her eyes with one hand. Her next destination was Saintsbridge, though in the short-term, she would be stopping by Atlasdam to retrieve any extra supplies as well as to eat. She would reach Saintsbridge soon enough if she was quick, and from there, her target would be Goldshore. She was determined to find her way back home soon enough.
Ophilia vanished into the blusters of snow outside of Flamesgrace, beginning the journey that should have never been hers. The Ember began to shine once again, acting as a beacon that staved off even the darkest of shadows. She would be able to return to her family soon enough. All she had to do was press on for a while longer. Countless others had performed this rite, and it fell to her next.
Child of Aelfric... May you succeed in your journey.
What is it with me and posting these chapters stupidly late at night? It's four in the morning. Oops, I guess?
And so ends Ophilia's story for now! Next up, we'll be seeing Cyrus (as was stated with the Atlasdam mention). I don't have much to say about this chapter, but there is one thing I wish to highlight before we fully move towards Cyrus. Up until now, I've been very careful with the way that the narration refers to Josef and Lianna; since it's narrow through Ophilia's perspective, I wanted to minimize all mentions of them as her father and sister until the critical moment at the end of the chapter. It's a subtle thing, but I still wanted to point it out.
Speaking of that, if you think that this is the last we're going to see of Ophilia's insecurities, you would be veeeeery mistaken. I'm adding in a bunch of other content for the characters to develop as people throughout this story, and Ophilia is just the tip of the iceberg. The voice of the woman is another facet of that, and we'll get to that soon enough. For now, I'm going to bid you goodnight with this new chapter since I need to get some sleep. I have school in five hours and haven't slept a wink. Oops. I hope you enjoyed!
-Digital