CHAPTER 27: RESSURECTION, TO BREATHE AGAIN AT THE BRINK OD DOOM

• The silence, which stretched far, was vast. Instill, stolid scenarios as she felt herself floating. Lightheaded without any thoughts, which disembark that she was somewhere else far from the dungeon, and pain she last could remember? Recalling the memory of the past event as they lingered caused her pain. A searing white-hot agony, which felt like her head was being ripped apart, open until Lendra was the one who suppress herself from doing so. Innate faces, visage and blood, until something loitered. She heard a flapped of wings, and the gentle hand she couldn’t be mistaken of whom it might have belongs to. Never have she forgotten about her.
• “Lilac.” Therefore, she appeared that tiny creature she had been always with. “What happens?”
• Long before Leandra could worry more, Lilac place her soothing hands to touch her face. She was staring ahead unknowingly to Leandra as if she knew something she did not. Something related to her, but for no apparent reason, her mind feels like the moment Lilac’s hand made a contact with her skin—it abruptly turned into a black canvas. Thus, it doesn’t give much. Devoid as it stood there starked on an endless void. The pools of her eyes express something Leandra couldn’t named of, and no matter how much she was tempted to ask, adherent questions regrading why she is there, and why in the first place?