Wysteria POV
I don't know whether I am hallucinating because of the fever but the images projected were truly vivid and...
Livid.
Angelica showed me that while working as a mercenary, she... we were ruthless and greedy but never prideful.
The images unfolding in front of me were nowhere near that. We were the ones being trampled on. Chains binding 'our' 'body, restraining magic from being used.
A suppressor is what they called the damned thing.
But the most gruesome was the darkness that took our lives away. A man with a horrendous face slashed our flesh, taking pleasure in our screams but worst of all...
'No! Stop it!' My plea was worthless in this revelation. 'Stop! Don't touch her! Don't touch us!'
"DON'T!!!"
Breathless after the scream, my vision narrowed to when Angelica
