Carmilla took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the revelations she had just witnessed sink in. The fragmented memories, the twisted curse, and the unsettling power that thrived within Merciless from such a young age—all of it painted a grim yet fascinating picture of his life. Yet, it also made her question everything she thought she knew about him.
Her consciousness, still suspended within the sea of Merciless' vast, conceptual world, began to untangle from the flood of memories.
Or rather it was natural that her consciousness floated here, to begin with, given this tree, or rather this concept was now her true form and core, her existence was tied to this.
The overwhelming sense of connectivity she felt with him now settled into something more manageable. An understanding, a bond, unlike anything she had ever experienced.
Carmilla's thoughts raced, but she had to steady herself.
"It's time to leave."
