Zul'luz's calm facade had crumbled long ago, what remained of her was the pale beauty of her tousled hair and a psychotic purple gaze that wouldn't sit still, searching for answers to endless questions; with anxiety, despair and disbelief.
Will Seng live? It was impossible for her to trust the visions that told her so, when she saw others in which her loved one died.
A Calvary.
An uncontrolled, limitless resonance that consumes its user spiritually and mentally in exchange for an incomparable advantage. Those are the resonances of the Demon Cursed Souls in his cruel obsession, a blessing twisted from the inside out.
Ah… if only the real-time situation weren't so dire, Zul'luz wouldn't be in this cycle of seeing beyond, when all she can do is… wait.
—This is bad… —Seng commented. —Was it left, down, a little to the left, then right and up? But if it's backwards, would it be down, left, a little to the right?
