As I saw the roots, I recalled what Victor had done to me and Elisa. A volume of pain fluxed in my artery. I didn't care that I was crying in front of others.
If I already doubted Victor released this god, now I was assured of it. I asked Pat to start and she touched the girl. Like I thought, her memories were still alive.
Our souls entered her mind, in the forbidden forest, the young Athria was running, looking back at the ugly witch that was following her. She was holding a knife made of dragon's teeth.
Athria slipped and fell inside a hole, then the roots began to move, wrapping over her. A piece of wood was in her arm.
"Look, she didn't stop!"
I noted as the witch made a spell and hit the Vita tree, persuaded it to consider her a threat.
