From head to toe, the heiress of Theosbane was drenched in blood. Some of it was her own; most of it belonged to her enemies.
Her eyes were bloodshot; the poison was acting fast, and it was taking real effort to delay its effect. One of her lungs was punctured, her right shoulder could barely move, her left knee was locked in place…
And yet, she stood there surrounded by corpses like all this was completely normal.
Spitting a mouthful of dark blood on the now-dead body of the Collector, she turned around, finally having the time to study this room she was in. "Now how do I get out— Huh…?"
What…?
Thalia blinked.
Her mind blanked out for a second.
As soon as she finished turning around, Thalia wasn't standing in a cavernous room. There were no coarse gray stones, no corpses or rubble in sight.
Instead, she found herself standing in her old bedroom.
She was back at her family's mansion.
And right in front of her eyes, an old memory was playing like a movie.
