It was a viscous mire where not a single ray of light reached.
Isadel was sinking endlessly into a darkness with no end in sight.
Memories that would not fade even when she closed her eyes rushed in like black waves.
Her father and Hildwin, who lost their lives before her eyes, and her siblings who fell one after another. And even Gyllen, who cut his own throat.
Blood-soaked memories tangled together and crashed over her.
'Stop... Please, stop...'
The plea, spat out like a sob, scattered vainly into the darkness.
The more she struggled, the deeper the black swamp bound her, and as if refusing to let her go, it dragged her into cruel memories.
It was the moment her very soul was being crushed, suffocating her.
—Isadel!
A voice from somewhere echoed over and over like a refrain.
In that instant, the nightmare that seemed as if it…
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