"Go," Isolde whispered, with a confident smile on her face that was enough to make Viviane understand one thing.
Isolde was evolving to the four tiers of the Somnium Eternity!
The skeletal centipede reared, its many human arms clawing at the walls as it lunged toward Eve. The crooked marionette leapt in the same breath, its mask flashing from laughter to agony as it bounded after Stella.
Eve braced herself, her stone blades raised high. But the centipede was faster than its grotesque form suggested.
Its claws scraped over her hardened skin, dozens of grasping fingers wrapping around her limbs. Each hand whispered, faint but chilling, in voices she knew all too well.
"You failed them."
"You weren't strong enough."
"You will crumble like stone."
The words gnawed into her ears. They weren't voices of strangers—they were her father's, her sisters', her own reflection twisting into accusation. Voices that she tried to forget come back again making her unfocused and terrified.
