Islinda sensed the shift the instant she opened her eyes.
"Oh no. Not again…." Dread settled inside of Islinda when she spotted herself suddenly in that dim, rusty yet familiar cell.
It has been so long since Islinda had any of these strange dreams about the demon and she became completely lax that it took her by surprise seeing herself here again. Unfortunately, whether she liked it or not, Islinda knew she would have to witness this vision to the end, only then would she be sent back to the waking world. It was basically useless dwindling away her time and had to get started.
Azula remained tethered to the spot where they had restrained her, her once elegant tail now marred by an uneven and grotesque stump from Benjamin's merciless hacking. The memory sent a shiver down Islinda's spine, leaving her fervently hoping never to witness such brutality again.
