Vanessa raised the cup high and poured its contents into her wide-open mouth, her movements exaggerated and uninhibited. She laughed without restraint, with a faint hint of madness.
"I don't understand it, but it definitely has something to do with honey."
Elliot recognized the honey water in the cup.
He examined the card more closely and discovered quite a few details.
For instance, the wine bottle dangling from her left hand had no brand label. Instead, it bore a cartoon portrait of Elsa.
And beneath her high heels, the thick carpet was splattered with blood and honey water.
Elliot frowned and turned to look at another card.
Vanessa looked much more normal in the second one, still seated on a throne as before, a scepter in her hand. Nothing seemed to have changed much.
But Elliot soon noticed something wrong.
Vanessa was indeed sitting on a throne, but it was no longer inlaid with gold and silver. Instead, countless white bones twisted and knotted together to form it.
The armrests were two skulls, unmistakably human.
The scepter in her hand had also become a bone scepter. Its top was no longer adorned with a gemstone, but a head that looked as though it had just been severed from its neck.
It was Elsa's head.
Her long white hair had lost its luster, and only a vacant stare remained in her eyes. No blood dripped from the severed neck; honey flowed out instead.
Frowning, Elliot looked at the throne again.
He vaguely noticed that the skulls on the throne all seemed about the same size, a size that seemed to match only little Elsa.
Elliot's face twitched. What was this? The results screen for a battle over the position of cult leader?
He turned to look at the third card.
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