Chapter 88. Journey Of Visions
The moment Maria stepped into the blinding light, she instinctively turned around to see if the man in white was still behind her—but there was no one. Her chest tightened in panic.
"Old one! Where are you? Please talk to me! I don’t know where to go!" she shouted, her voice trembling as fear crept into her bones.
The silence was deafening. She looked around frantically, but no answer came.
Suddenly, loud noises erupted nearby—clashing swords, screams, and thundering footsteps. Maria’s heart pounded as she cautiously walked toward the sound, each step shaky with uncertainty.
As she approached, her confusion deepened. She found herself standing at the edge of a violent battlefield where men and women fought savagely, slashing and striking at one another without mercy. She couldn’t tell what they were fighting for—it was pure chaos.
Frozen in place, she watched as bodies fell and blood stained the earth. The battle raged on for what felt like forever, and Maria’s stomach churned at the horrific sight.
Her eyes widened in horror as she witnessed a towering man’s head being sliced clean off. But what stunned her even more was the woman who caught the severed head in her hands.
The woman—drenched in blood—hoisted the head high above her and screamed in victory.
"Victory is ours!" her voice thundered over the battlefield.
In that moment, the enemy soldiers—the ones who had been fighting against her—dropped their weapons and fell to their knees. It became clear to Maria that the man who was just killed must have been their leader. Without him, their will to fight had crumbled.
Still shaken, Maria stood rooted to the spot, her eyes following the woman as she climbed to the highest point on the battlefield, holding the severed head like a trophy. A bright light suddenly shone upon the victorious woman, revealing her face.