Author's note: this is from Lazarus's point of view
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Vesper closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths before taking Serina's hand between hers.
I observed that Vesper's eyebrows twitched slightly once, twice, and then her face scrunched into an unsightly grimace and tears started pouring from her eyes.
She was crying. And it was an ugly cry.
What kind of ability was that? It was disturbing.
With every passing minute, the witch's sobs were getting louder, and it turned into wails.
It was unpleasant to see and to hear.
Aldus was frowning with concern all over his face, but his eyes were glued to Serina like he was unphased by Vesper's behavior.
Graike was confused, just as I was.
After what seemed like forever, Vesper let go of Serina's hand and she clutched her chest while gasping for air.
"What is it?", Aldus asked impatiently.
Vesper looked at Aldus with an expression I could only describe as grief.
