Lethia could feel her strength return, though her legs still trembled. She gasped, realizing she had just woken from the dream.
"Wh–what was that? What the hell did I just witness?" she muttered under her breath, clutching her dizzy head.
Her staggering steps forced her hand to press against the wall for balance.
"Whis–Whisney… was that your memory?"
["I–I'm not sure. That was moria magic. The glass frame I touched earlier was coated with blood, enchanted with moriamagic."] Whisney's voice quivered.
Lethia's jaw clenched. "Ma–magic? B–blood?"
["Yeah. If you touch blood marked with moria magic, you can see the memories chosen by the one who cast it."]
"Is—Is there really such a thing?" Lethia asked, still in disbelief, struggling to calm the hammering in her chest that made her ears ring.
["It's an ancient magic. Many almighty spirits with mortal bodies used it as a game, just to kill time in their boring lives. That's why I could see it when I touched it."]
