'Am I dead?' Sylphie asked as she felt herself floating inside and unknown liquid.
She said liquid because of what she was feeling against her skin but it Amy not have been that.
'Let me organise the information I have on hand.' As an assassin, that was the most important thing to do when encountering an unknown situation.
Last thing she remembered was Eliza's words mouthing what she made out to be World End magic before she felt her body bulging and she lost consciousness and appeared in this mysterious space.
'I'm most likely dead.' As soon as she realized this, panic stated to well up in her.
'Will I never heard Lady Katarina's lovely voice again?' She attempted moving but her body felt heavy like someone had hijacked control of it.
'That would make sense. I am dead.' At this point, she gave up and resigned herself.
'Do you want power?'
Suddenly a voice rang out in her mind and she frowned.
