"We will repeat the same ritual again, so that your souls return to their respective bodies—that is, the bodies that you were 'supposed' to enter that night."
At the same time as the grandmother's mouth closed again, suddenly a gentle breeze touched the nape of Ronan and Roselyn. They both shuddered, between amusement and horror.
In Ronan's mind, suddenly an unreasonable event was pictured where he was faced with a war against anyone.
While Roselyn, her mind was filled with melancholy scenes where a beautiful woman full of charisma was crying over the death of four bodyguards on the battlefield.
Neither Ronan nor Roselyn understood why such an image could appear in their brains. For God's sake, they have never seen a war movie which is usually a colossal film.
So, where do these memories come from?
"The same ritual, the drinking ritual you mean, Grandma?" asked Ronan as soon as he regained his senses.
