Evelyn's p.o.v.
They were like the electricity. The memories. Flowing in each direction...as if sea tides on a lunar eclipse. Gloaming and destructive.
And I am at the middle of it. At the ocean of excruciating memories. They are drowning me in, pulling me inside it, making me breathless and cold. But I am too numb to even care.
The darkness eradicated my sight, and soon, I found myself in a hazy, disorienting realm. Probably, stepped into a vivid memory of my Drakon.
Though, confusion still swirled within me as I wondered how magic could weave such intricate illusions into my mind. Everything feels real—as if my feet are really touching this ground, as if my eyes are really seeing this darkness...as if my skin is really feeling this chilled cold air.
I am really here—in an unkn
