The mist surged intensely, the images that appeared became extremely unstable, and a clear sense of disjunction occurred over time.
"Ah!"
In the midst of miserable screams, the beautiful blue eyes of Gjestaf were brutally gouged out by Lady Silver Fern.
Bright red blood streamed down her pale cheeks, dropping onto her neat nun's habit and splattering on the church's polished floor.
Lady Silver Fern swallowed the eyeballs and wiped the blood from her lush lips with her fragile, boneless fingers. The light white gauze on her body flowed, and several black-purple eyes sprouted anew on her smooth back, with bulging veins spreading from the eyes, disgustingly.
Gjestaf groped her way up from the ground, clutching the cross tightly and began to pray, only for Lady Silver Fern, her face darkening once again, to kick her back down.
