Elysia's body felt heavy as it sank into the tar-like blood. Her eyes were covered with blood as well and she had a feeling that her end was near.
And just then someone's hand dove in after her and caught her arm in a tight grip. The warmth of that hand felt so comforting around Elysia that she allowed herself to be dragged out.
A single yank was all it took to drag Elysia's light body out of the blood pool and she took in a huge gulp of air to clear her lungs. Once that was done, Elysia felt her sight go back to normal.
And by that, she meant that it was functional enough to get by for now.
Her eyes picked up the shade of black and orange in front of her but they were swimming around still.
"Just what kind of luck have you got to be caught in such an experiment? If not for me then you would have been killed by now."
It was the mysterious orange-eyed man she had met before. The one who had given her the mark for communication.
