Sasha's calm words were like ice picks, carving into the cold air word by word, exposing the darkest and most brutal truths of the Eternal Tower's experiments nakedly before Lynch and Kong.
"Forcing him to kill us with his own hands... in the most cruel ways..."
In the blacksmith shop, young Nicholas was bound by an invisible force, glaring as the blacksmith uncle he respected was forcibly shoved into the scorching furnace, the agonizing screams and sizzling of burning flesh drowned out by the wizard's cold observational notes.
He was forced to take the red-hot branding iron, trembling under the wizard's will, to brand his childhood sweetheart, Sasha, leaving an eternal scar.
In the square, his loving mother was hanging from a makeshift gallows, her legs kicking futilely.
