Blackfeather Woods confusion never stops, closing walls and ticking clocks

Raven."The Ravens. Ravens, ravens, ravens," She continued to hum. After a few minutes of total silence besides the eerie buzz of her hum, the seer returns to the land of the living. Her eyes flickered from between the dark woods to the being and back again. Horror gripped her body, for the man before him split in two. Two sides of a face; not to be trusted. Corona stood paralyzed, unable to gather the words to speak her wish, for in the presence of the Akuma, one was generally silent. Yet, she could feel her God taunting her, testing her, daring her to push through within her. "Dragon," She uttered, feeling the shadows engulf her form the longer she stood with the man causing her legs to tremble in the slightest. Draco ebbed her on, pushing a voice into her soul that she could not deny.

"I seek the dragon," the girl clarified, her voice steady and her form proud unlike her previous behavior only moments ago.  The woman was one with the God himself, driven by the burning need that filled her soul to find the vessel. What the divine spirit wanted, she did not know.  Corona did not question when she was called. "You will tell me where the Dragon rests," Her voice detached, demanding in the slightest as if time was slipping away by every breath she took in. It did not occur to the female that not all knew her god, nor of the one true Vessel that shared her immediate bloodline. Asterr was a mortal name, chosen not by the Gods but by those who birthed the Draconid litter. The Dragon had a task set forth from the begining of time, and Corona had a mission graced by the God himself. She would not be confused by tame namecallings, nor would she be stopped by the Devil himself in wolf form. The dark man who lingered within the catacombs of a blood lined wood.