Chapter 59 HER NEARING FREEDOM

• “Can you smell that?” Zephyr let out a breathe, her lips curling into a small smile.
• To what smell she was speaking radiated from the curse she had given before. The same curse, the darkness to which seems starting to appealed—attest to where it has been left to as the moon was painted blood before. Devoured, when the newly born infant she do not yet know nor have seen has been mark as the one who would be Zephyr’s gateway out from this abyss. This prison to where she has being held behold and conformed wouldn’t last long anymore. Through that person, she brew the chalice of curse. She offered the Gods a prophecy for Zephyr being disown and forsaken.
• She chuckled.