Chapter Seven

‘Come on, just one more push, one more push’

Synthia was once again actively absorbing Mana, trying to reach one of the other shards in her body. The easiest would be the one in her mouth, but she was reluctant to mess around near her brain anytime soon.

Therefore, the goal was the one in her upper arm, the left arm. With a few one more pushes she managed to barely connect the Mana stream. Her vision would have been plunged into absolute darkness if it wasn’t already.

Cold dark encased her wrists as she peered down the dizzying height. And yet, her feet touched the floor. The ground was not far away, she was tall. As tall as she was before. The room she was in had not a single light source, the only light came from the partially opened door on the opposite wall.

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Synthia made it exactly one-and-a-half steps before her arms were yanked back, hurting her wrists. Rusty chains led from her wrists all the way back to the center of the wall behind her.

Before she could do anything about that, the room’s light level increased with a grinding sound. She quickly turned and beheld a shadowy being approaching her. It was about a head shorter than she currently was, and held a long thin bit of darkness.

It flicked its wrist and her arm was filled with pain. Just as quickly as a scream tore itself from her mouth, the being flicked again and her other arm was struck. Its hollow eyes seemed to gleam darkly as one of her legs was struck. A mockery of mercy appeared, as its next blow was directly to her head, causing her vision to turn black.

Synthia awoke in her bed drenched in sweat and with a sore throat that promised to last at least a day. But most of all, she was more tired than she had ever been. For the third time that night, her sight turned to black.