Chapter 293: Posthumous Work (12)
When Everly opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was the bright, cool moonlight.
A full moon hung high in the sky, casting a hazy silver glow over everything. The salty, fishy scent of the sea filled the air, and every so often the rhythmic crash of waves against the shore echoed in her ears.
Everything indicated that she was still by the sea.
The moments before she had lost consciousness flashed through her mind. Remembering how her body had been corroded by acid, panic surged through her. She pushed herself upright and instinctively looked at her hands.
They were completely unharmed.
All ten fingers were long and straight, the skin on the backs of her hands fair and smooth, without the slightest trace of injury.
It wasn’t just her hands. She quickly examined herself from head to toe, then took out a compact mirror to check more carefully. She discovered that every wound she had suffered in both the first and second paintings had vanished.
If not for her suit and shoes, now brittle and riddled with holes eaten through by the acid, Everly would have suspected that her memory of falling into stomach acid had been nothing more than a hallucination.
As she paid closer attention, she realized it wasn’t only her injuries that had disappeared.