The words struck Kafka like a spear.
His body burned, his head spun, bile rose in his throat.
His worst nightmare, made flesh.
The one outcome that could never be allowed, now standing over his world like a daunting nightmare.
"Your mother, Lady Vanitas..." Seraphina pressed on. "...she shattered the Chains of Karma, broke through the Walls of Dialva Sinastrosa, cut through the fate lines and has somehow ascended to supremacy and has finally entered the mortal world like she desired."
"No…" His voice was barely audible, his lips numb.
But she was still speaking, hurried and desperate.
"She arrived last night, Kafka. She's been roaming freely ever since. She's already visited some of your women...And now, now she's moving directly toward you."
His stomach turned over, his blood running ice. He staggered up from the sofa, breath ragged.
