Chapter 143 Too Many Secrets

• “What? Are you shocked to see me?” Mia scoffed, followed by a manic laugh that echoed off the damp stone walls. Elara stood frozen, her mind struggling to process the sight of her best friend…the girl she had mourned, the girl whose memory she had held as sacred as her aunt’s. She wasn't a ghost; she was breathing, chained, and full of venom.
• ​“How…” Elara whispered. She had seen Mia's lifeless body after the massacre. She had wept over the coldness of her skin. How could she be standing here?
• ​“You can think… process all you want, darling… it still won't help,” Mia said disdainfully. Elara wiped her tears with the back of her hand and climbed onto the platform. Mia was unrecognizable; her vibrant red hair had been dyed a harsh, flat black, and her eyes held a ruthless, aggressive edge. She was a stranger wearing a familiar face.