Chapter 215 – Fly, my dear.
Rea didn't know where she was, and for a moment… she didn't even know who she was.
Who was she?
She didn't know.
Everything in her mind was nothing but endless suffering, layered upon suffering. Pains that shattered her heart as if it were nothing more than brittle stone, sorrows that splintered her soul into a thousand jagged shards of wood, and sins… oh, the sins were abominable.
They took hold of the deepest part of her mind and poured themselves into her like a torrent, filling her until she drowned in guilt — sins she had not committed, yet in that moment, she believed she had.
She thought she was the one who killed her own child, just to wound the man who abandoned her for a whore he found on the street.
She thought she was the one who burned down an entire village because one of them dared to watch her rape a boy whose face was smeared with tears and snot.
