What I had just experienced… must be the true effect of demonic corruption on the mind.
An illusion so vivid, so brutal, it nearly broke me.
It was, undoubtedly, the most horrifying thing I've ever witnessed.
"Fuck! Thank god!" I gasp. "I thought I was…"
"Just stay focused," Alter cuts in sharply. "Steel your mind, as much as you can. And don't worry, I'm here. I won't let the darkness take you."
"O-okay…" I murmur. "Thank you, Alter…"
"You are welcome."
Ah… so glad that Alter is here…
But even then, I can see it.
She's gritting her teeth. Her breath comes in shallow, ragged pulls. She's barely holding it together. And yet—despite the storm tearing through her mind—she still reached me. She pulled me back from the brink.
How?
How does she do it?
I know she's resistant. I know she's strong. But this… this is something else!
Is this what it truly means to bear the curse of demonic corruption?
Is this the hell that Alter and Morvena have lived in for centuries?
