The spellcaster's emotions fluctuated far too violently.
The Illusion began to ripple violently, silver light flickering erratically and revealing the turmoil within the owner of these memories. Inside the cell, the Blind Wizard's body began to tremble violently.
As though he were reliving the terror and pain of that moment.
The Black Robed Woman waited quietly without urging him on. He could sense the wound in his teacher's heart, one that had remained unhealed for a thousand years, so he did not ask. He knew there was no point in asking.
They were all intelligent people.
They surely knew that what was about to happen was something enough to make a person regret it for the rest of their life. Only after a long while did the Illusion gradually stabilize again.
As the spellcaster's magic continued to take effect.
The memory magic naturally became clear once more.
Lina's heart-wrenching scream echoed through the Infinite Corridor.
As though it could tear even the soul apart.
"What happened?! Lina! Lina! What happened?!" Saruman and Karg both shuddered, instinctively rushing toward their companion, who had collapsed to her knees.
"Lina! Are you all right?"
Saruman dropped to one knee and anxiously held her trembling shoulders. Karg, meanwhile, vigilantly scanned their surroundings, his battle-axe held across his chest as he prepared for any possible threat.
Neither of them knew why Lina had screamed. They could only assume she had been attacked by something lurking in the shadows, so they remained highly alert to everything around them.
"Tell me! What attacked you?"
Saruman crouched down and tried to help up Lina, questioning her repeatedly. Yet Lina did not answer. She merely covered her face tightly with both hands, an unsettling dark fluid seeping through the gaps between her fingers. Her body shook violently, and strange