"Sister the elders were wrong, it's not just you, it seems that we are both cursed," Anasthasia spoke with a mirthless laugh.
She then looked at Samantha, who continued to cry on the ground, consumed entirely by her sorrow.
She watched in silence for a few moment and then from the corner of her vision she noticed William standing near the young man whose body was riddled with black veins filled with dark neurotoxins, his skin visibly corrupted as the poison continued to spread within him.
Samantha's gaze slowly shifted toward William as well.
Samantha had already sensed his presence standing near her unconscious son, and as she turned around with trembling shoulders and uneven breathing, the remnants of her sobs still escaping her chest, she found him standing there quietly, observing her son.
The unnatural calmness mixed with the imprint of her fingers on his face made her nervous somehow, even though he had not said anything at all.
