Chapter 058
Emilia's POV
The wind struck me first, sharp and swift as shattered glass. Then there was silence. Not tranquilly. Not silent. The sort of quiet that shouts that something is amiss.
I gazed at the three earth-cracked doors. The doors were black, white, and red. No indications. No clues. Like traps, they simply wait. The strange hum of the surrounding ground came from beneath my feet and sounded like a heartbeat. My legs felt weak from it.
I ought to have gone back.
The back is absent.
My fingers hovered near the white one again. Could you hear that cry within me? It had not ceased. It did nothing but wait. It was patient and calm, as if it knew I would return.
"Which one will you choose?"
I turned around. Nobody.
"You can't hear me, can you?" The voice returned, softer
