The fields stretched out before Eva, desolate and crawling with a sight no one would want to see—demons, imprisoned and seething in their unnatural forms.
Their movements were erratic, filled with rage, but chained by invisible forces that kept them tethered to the ground.
The unsettling scene only amplified the storm within her as she made her way to the edge of the fields, her steps slow and aimless.
Eva sank to the ground, her body folding in on itself as if she could somehow shrink away from the weight of her thoughts.
Her tears fell silently at first. She stared at the writhing demons, but it wasn't their presence that filled her with fear and disgust—it was herself.
Her stomach churned as she recalled the look in Iclyn's eyes back in Havag: pure, cold disgust.
The memory alone was enough to make her tremble. Her mind raced, replaying Akuna's sudden entrance earlier, the way her gaze had lingered.
*She must have seen me kiss his hand... She must think ill of me.*
