Chapter 115: THE VIXIANTE PARA (3)
Arella was having a hard time breathing from how much holy power was being pushed into her body by whoever was speaking in her mind. She felt suffocated, and although she knew that she had to answer with anything other than her real name, she could feel it slipping through the cracks of her well guarded self.
As if the one who had asked the question was trying to unravel the answer directly from her, the holy power was pushed into her even more. It felt like the pressure intensified when they realized that Arella was not going to answer her.
Their holy power filled every inch of her body, threatening to tear her apart. Arella gasped, her knees nearly buckling under the force. It did not feel like just an interrogation anymore.
"What are you?" Arella managed to grit out, instead of giving an answer.
Of course, she had a clue of who it was. It was instinctive once more and she knew that the Foreverwatcher wasn’t merely asking a question. He would not hesitate to kill her if she gave an unsatisfactory answer.
’You do not get to ask the questions here, child,’ the voice spoke once more. The voice in her mind had turned sharper, and the weight of its scrutiny was unbearable. It was no longer demanding an answer. If she did not give a satisfactory answer, it would be extracted from her very being. She could feel it pulling at her essence, trying to force the truth out of her lips.
Arella bit her tongue, the sharp sting steeling her resolve.
She could not answer with anything other than Arella, but if she let the answer get torn from her unwilling lips, she and Haniel would be exposed. Neither of them would leave this place alive.
The air around Arella crackled with divine power, and it filled the darkness. Then, she was standing in front of a mirror again, looking at her reflection. A single crack had splintered across the surface, and was quickly spreading down, to the base of the mirror.
Shards of silvered glass flew outward, but instead of hitting the ground, they hovered mid air, glinting in the darkness. The fractured pieces reflected thousands of different versions of reality, countless possibilities flickering within them.
One showed Varziel, reaching for her.