Cassie slowly surfaced from the torrent of visions bestowed upon the Lord of Shadows by Weaver, the Demon of Fate. All around her, the vast vortex of glistening memories was spinning in the darkness with startling speed, their trails fusing into strings of silver light.
She strained her Will to keep the ocean of memories at bay, her entire being trembling from the pressure.
At the same time, the seeds of Corruption were slowly taking root in her soul.
'Ah…'
There had been no concept of time in the dark ocean of memories before. However, now, there was — the spreading Corruption served as an axis that separated the past from the future, and therefore, Cassie's time was running out.
If she did not solve the mystery of her state before it was too late, she would become an abomination.
She would become Torment once again.
So, she needed to hurry.
