"A…curse mark?" Amara shook her head in disbelief, "How could that be? That's impossible. Who would curse me? I had this scar ever since I was a child. You must be mistaken, Vida."
Vida smiled at her bitterly, "I wish I was, Amara. But I know a curse mark when I see one."
Without sparing Azer a single glance or giving a warning, Vida ripped the collar of her dress open and revealed her neck and shoulders to them.
Amara gasped in shock, while Azer didn't even bother to look away. His eyes traveled to Vida's neck and shoulders, and then, everything came down to him. The slithering black lines that she used against him during their fight – came from those marks.
"W-What is that…? What happened to you, Vida?"
Amara rushed and took Vida's hands, which surprised the latter. Those marks she had looked hideous and ominous, yet Amara dashed to her with worry and without fear. Vida couldn't help but smile somberly.
