Rosalind stared at the large black veins that appeared on her hand.
It was darkness.
Was this the reason why most, if not all, of the sorcerers had this cracked skin? Was it because they were absorbing so much darkness that their body could no longer take it?
"You should rest, I am seriously worried about you," Magda said. She was the one tasked to take care of Miu. In fact, right now, Miu was sleeping on her lap like a small little child. She looked at Rosalind, her eyes full of worry. "I know we just met, and perhaps he told you something gruesome if you did not do your job well, but it is simply not worth your life."
Rosalind stared at the woman, speechless.
What was she talking about?
"We should get going." She got up and hid her hands in her clothes.
"What about you? Are you going to be fine in that state? I mean—"
"I can do it."
"That looks alarming. You need to rest."
