For what felt like an eternity, Rosalind carried the weight of the world on her shoulders. The burden in her chest felt like an impossibly heavy load. However, she remained resolute. There was no way she would give up now.
She bit her lower lip as she contemplated her determination.
"Why?" a voice suddenly echoed in her mind.
"Huh?"
"Why are you doing what you are doing?" the voice inquired.
For the first time since earlier, Rosalind began to doubt herself. And just like that, the blessing fluctuated, leaving a taste of iron on her lips before she spat out blood.
Almost immediately, Lucas appeared beside her.
"You can stop now," he said. The fluctuations soon vanished, but so did her blessing.
