Few moments ago, when the leader of those thugs, Rhodes transformed into his half monster form, Amy had a bad feeling. Her senses were screaming to back off and leave. But her body seemed to be frozen in place, trapped in a trance of those shinning eyes. She could just watch as Rhodes raised his claws and scratched her forehead. Marking her mind.
As the blood trickled down her skin, she felt a trace of different mana into her calm mindspace. It was like a drop of dye thrown into a clear sea of conscience. Color merging and mixing together, it's effect setting waves and making changes far and wide.
And then there was nothing…
…
When her sea of conscience finally calmed down, her eyes shot open to a totally different scenery.
The first thing she saw was a white spotless ceiling, and a familiar dreamcatcher hanging on top of her head.
