Rhea placed her hand over the mark on Freya’s shoulder. The moment she touched it she felt sick. A deep nauseous feeling hit her and she had to swallow back the reflex to gag. She closed her eyes and focused on the source of the mark. She felt herself traveling deeper and deeper inward. She knew she was close as she felt her hand begin to burn. She saw it. It was like looking at death itself and that is what it was. It was a death card for Freya. The deep putrid stench of decay filled her nostrils as she grasped over a rotting skull with seeping rotten flesh oozing over it.
Deep jolts of pain seized her arms. The liquid flow of knives traveling into her veins made her grimace in pain. It was bad. It was worse then the first time she did this. She poured her foc
