Darkness churned, twirling as if they were alive. Their tentacles rose from the ground, envelloping the whole mansion into the world of illusion made by the Apostle, Jahreon.
The guards, the servants, they all lost consciousness.
Tizmilly watched as Theo threw himself toward her to shield her from Jahreon's gaze. Unfortunately, he failed. She fell to the ground with Theo, but after she blinked, she was already standing in a grand hall. A grand, familiar hall.
When she looked down and saw that she was wearing dark-red dress, her fingers started trembling. Her face lost her color. Her breath became heavy and tight.
She the raised her face. And met those cold, judging gazes. She could never forget those disgusted, disdainful, and hostile eyes.
Then there was him. A man she once looked up to, thinking that she would someday become someone who stood beside him for her life.
