Atinneas needed answers on her home, the caves. The answers certainly would not come to light on their own. Atinneas was no longer a weak little cub. No, she was an powerful adult lioness with the power of arcane magic. She had learned that she didn't need eyes to see, she could see with her magic and her mind. Atinneas meant no disrespect to the spire. She had learned of it's importance in the caves. All she wanted was answers. The lioness spoke to the spire gently in respect before she did what she was about to do. "I'm sorry, Spire. I mean no disrespect, but I hope for the truth of this cave's history. I would not demand anything of you. I hope you'll give me at least a piece of an answer." Atinneas walked forward and pressed her paw on the surface of the spire. She felt powerful magic coursing through her. She had to hang in there. She needed this vision.

At first, the vision is dark, cast in a shade that is eternal; the Spire is a deep purple-black with oily iridescence. It seems as if it swallows all light. Suddenly, veins of glowing blue crackle through the strange stone like lightning, and the Spire shatters in a burst of blinding light. There is a surge of energy that is overwhelming. The sound of crystal striking together is deafening. When the light settles, the Spire is formed again, strikingly blue. Whether Atinneas sees the color or not is unknown, but the message is clear: once, it was muddied, dark, and bad; now it is glowing and pure.

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Atinneas completely got the message in her vision. Once the spire was dark, and now it is glowing and pure. What did that even mean? Was the spire dark once in the past? The lioness did not now, but the jolt she felt told her not to use hindsight on the spire again. For now at least. Fortunately a jolt from the spire's magic was all she experienced. She shook it off, leaving the spire alone. Though she wasn't finished, next time, she hoped for a different vision.

-Exit Atinneas