Chapitre 191: Frightening

It was a strange feeling. 

Gina was sure her body was still on the surface. She could feel her feet planted albeit shakily on the Arena's concrete floor but none of that mattered. It was as though Triss' eyes were portals into Hell and as it pulled her soul into a hellish and torturous depth, flames were licking at her. 

The flames didn't attack her body. They attacked her very being and as the pain continued to rise, she found she was unable to scream. Her soul didn't have a voice and at the moment, only her soul mattered. 

She continued to fall for what felt like an eternity and when she finally stopped, she was in the presence of a figure she recognized and yet did not. 

It was Triss but she was clad in a black Armor set that was marred with markings that burned with Infernal Heat. Horrible horns protruded from the sides of her head and she had her hands atop the pommel of a large sword, even larger than the one she wielded in life.