'I know who you are.'
A rush of sudden coldness flooded her heart, terror clawed her insides and brought her on her knees. Everything seemed to be distant and seemed to freeze.
She was short of breath.
Nesrin did not knew what was happening, but it was as if her body was reacting on its own, reacting to a primordial instinct.
'You shall bleed for my cause.'
The voice said before fading to the echo of a wicked laughter. Gradually, the darkness subsided.
Jeremiah worriedly knelt in front of her to help. He knew something was very wrong but couldn't quite understand the situation.
Izekiel, on the other hand, had a dark look.
The sudden aura that had surrounded Nesrin was too immensely powerful. It was strangely otherworldly, and carried hints of a forgotten familiarity. Jeremiah looked at the expressions on the two with a puzzled look.
