Ethan stood in front of a familiar structure. Although it was a little bit different, he could still remember that where he was, was Amara’s house. With the way it looked; its walls newly painted, the flowers in the garden freshly planted, it seemed like this was a memory from Amara’s past. Ethan knew that for him to enter such a memory, it should be one Amara never wanted to forget. The rogue immortal must have chosen one of these memories to preserve himself. If Ethan was correct, it would be a memory of pain and suffering, one Amara felt utterly useless. The rouge immortal will probably hide his essence there eating away that pain for survival. This was a dark magic, very dark that it could kill a mere mortal, but as far as Ethan knows, Amara wasn’t an ordinary mortal. Maybe he could ev
