"Would like to know a cursed story, my lady?"
Alyssane's heartbeats were starting to slow down for some reason.
Seeing the confused expressions of the Duchess, the old woman softly cackled. Her small eyes curved into sly crescents, "Have you ever wondered what happens after death?"
Serena who had been agitated all this while, suddenly fell silent. Unease crept into her expression, she opened her mouth to say something but no words came out―fear, confusion, and then anger flashed in her eyes.
"It's a rather interesting story," the old woman smiled to herself, her short hunched figure hobbling towards the boiling cauldron in the corner, "The soul goes to the lands of the dead, a realm that exists beyond our imagination, an abode of the most wretched things…"
The vision grew dimmer, distorting every other second as if Alyssane was looking through a clouded lens.
