Inside Saint Sophia's Sanitarium, there wasn't a single shadow in the polished hallways. The air smelled of an ointment so strong it burned your nose.
Through the windows, you could see the gardens, perfect and symmetrical, without a single leaf out of place.
Lara was clinging to Lucian's arm as if she were about to drown.
Her eyes darted from one side to the other, wide with terror, and every few steps, she would flinch.
Lucian, for his part, looked at everything with an aristocratic distrust.
His hand rested on the hilt of a dagger hidden under his tunic.
Patients dressed in simple white robes walked through the halls or sat on stone benches, smiling with an empty serenity.
Raziel activated his skill in silence.
[SKILL ACTIVATED: WHISPERER OF SECRETS]
The smiles didn't change, but the air around them filled with muffled whispers.
...it hurts... get me out of here... I don't want to forget...
...the Mother said pain is an illusion... but it burns...
