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"I don't know..." Farosa gasped for air, struggling to stand up. She looked around at these gleaming lights. If each one represented a witch, then there were simply too many here. Moreover, they breathed in unison, dancing together like waves, interconnected as one.
"Our brains have been linked together." The Witch Matrix twinkled repeatedly, and Farosa also blinked nonstop, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand.
The brightness was too much for her weary self. Especially now that she had extraordinary vision, she could see every detail as clearly as if she had received Lila's perceptual guidance.
She saw what lay behind the lights—those brains that had been stripped out, covered in deep grooves, writhing under the massage of machines, covered with electrode patches and black plastic tubes.
Their brains had been removed. Farosa felt dizzy. Humans had been using this method to torture witches for ten, a hundred years.
"I will avenge you," Farosa said.
