As Lyssandre continues to steel his stern gaze on Anastasia, cold shivers start running down her spine, striking her a little numb.
She looks really small and powerless in front of this prominent figure. Undoubtedly, she never met anyone as intimidating as him before. He emanates this stunningly imposing aura and overwhelming amount of sheer power that need no words to be recognized.
Right at the moment she's processing all of these thoughts, the past and the present overlapped out of nowhere.
Since all of these events are happening inside the present Anastasia's head as this linear sequence of flashbacks, she suddenly sees herself taking her younger version's position at that very second. It's as if she has gone back to the past and started reliving that same scenario.
