Selma Payne's POV:
"Can you do it?" Dorothy was not too assured. "This is not like the incubation period of negative emotions. Once you absorb the Quicksand Fog, the historical tracing will immediately begin. We can't seize the opportunity."
"How would you know if you don't try?" I was eager to try. "You hide in the closet. I'll try again. If it doesn't work, we'll think of another way."
After Dorothy hid, I released another cloud of quicksand the size of a watermelon into the room.
I held my breath and reached out to the Quicksand Fog.
The moment I came into contact with the cold mist, I felt a powerful force tearing my soul apart and dragging it out. I immediately realized that the power of backtracking was forcing me to look at history, so I was in a stalemate with it.
