Bab 1784: The Day of Fate (Part 4)

"Are you alright, darling?" Zoreth asked, noticing that the Raiju's eyes were fully dilated and her gaze fixated on something that only she could see.

"It's impossible." Bytra mumbled over and over, incapable of taking her eyes off Solus.

Her face was pale white and even though she could withstand the fires of her Forge without any protection, the fourth Ruler of the Flames was sweating bullets. The veins on her neck bulged and her head throbbed at the sight of the revenant Elphyn Menadion.

Solus was no longer a mere figure of golden energy. Her looks, her voice, her bearing were all drilling through the meditation techniques that Bytra practiced to keep the fits of blood madness at bay.

Most of all, it was Solus' hair that stirred the Raiju's memories. The silver and orange streaks sparkled under the magical lights, conjuring echoes of Menadion's voice in her head and with it Bytra's sense of guilt.