Her voice was calm, but the words were knives. "That night, you were drugged with a black market illegal substance called Nullveil. And the person who drugged you… was Alarna. She got it from her father and used double the dose on you."
The world tilted. Jian Ci's ears rang violently, drowning out everything else. He didn't hear the rest. He didn't hear Seraphyne's voice calling his name. The last word he heard was Alarna.
His breath caught, his chest constricting as though invisible hands were crushing him. He clutched at himself, rubbing his sternum, his mind unraveling in disarray.
The truth was unbearable. The person he had once thought of as a benefactor, the one who had been there that night, was in fact the perpetrator who had put him in that nightmare.
Seraphyne's projection leaned closer, calling his name again and again, her voice urgent. But Jian Ci couldn't hear her.
