Her irises fluttered underneath her eyelids, moving around rapidly as her visions changed from one horrific to another.
Her room had turned colder than it was before and she had no idea how much time had passed as she tried to get a look of the man in Kymadom’s prison once again.
Asteria had never felt so restless.
Her spirit felt trapped in her own body and instead of the visions that she had been expecting, her horrific memories from the first War haunted her mind.
“What is happening?”
She thought to herself as she tried to focus her energy into what she actually wanted to see.
That was when she heard him humming.
Her blood ran cold and her eyes flew open as she found herself sitting in the middle of the ash pentagram that she had drawn for herself.
But the sound of his v
