Her heartbeat's pace quickened. To know that her mother was on the other side of the place filled Elise's heart with expectation. However, at the same time confusion wrapped her.
"Why is mother here?" She asked. The garden was an extremely gorgeous place for the souls to spent their time in. The place which was now guarded by the thorns appeared to be as beautiful as the other place, however, the way it was surrounded by thorn made it appear as if this place was a prison rather than a garden.
Raziel scrunched his eyebrows together, "This is the place for innocent humans who had inevitably took a life by their hands."
Suddenly, Raziel reached out his hand to touch the thorn. Warm blood covered Elise's cheeks as she closed her eyes to flinch from the sudden splatter of blood. Opening her eyes, she saw the burning wound on her grandfather's hand.
