Life left the memories, leaving a meek black and white world behind. The island looked like a battlefield, with corpses of monsters lying motionless and silvery spikes piercing the ground.
Qinrir glanced around in awe and shock. He ventured into dozens of memories before, yet nobody remembered their life in such depressing colors.
The Arachnid turned in place when his six eyes landed on a strange sight. An Angel stood covered in blood with her back towards Qinrir. Her laughter echoed over the island as her hands moved with sadistic precision. Fresh blood dripped between her fingers, with pieces of flesh stuck to her palm.
His eight legs took a step to the side, attempting to see what Sera's memory self was doing. However, a moment later, the real Sera appeared before him.
A deep frown split her face, while her golden-green eyes glowed with deep hatred. There was none of the usual humor and kindness in her gaze as she raised one hand, prompting Qinrir to stop.
