Greya was ensnared by strands, which had pierced her body and became reddened with blood.
The strings had forced her into a strange posture just like the clowns outside. It was as if a puppeteer was hiding somewhere nearby while controlling her actions.
There were glowing dots in the area that were trying to invade her body but without any success.
Greya let out a painful breath as she chased away more dots. Her original soul of a truth-finder wizard was getting weaker at an alarming speed. Should she "fall asleep" and allow the second soul of the little girl to take over, she would be possessed immediately.
"Ah…!" She moaned as she felt something sucking at her finger.
Apart from affixing her body in place, the strings were also draining her blood at the same time.
She couldn't help but tremble under the great pain. Yet each time she did so, the pain would grow worse as the strings cut her flesh apart like the sharpest knives.
