"As the blood moon rises, blood has been spilled during the day".
Melissa red eyes opened ache, pain, engulfed her body. But she also could feel something else. Strength, power. Anew and awakened, running, coursing, surging through her veins. Another dream had led her here, another vision had given her the will to keep pushing through, enduring, surviving.
After everything Emerald had done to her not even a scratch was visible in her body. Just the remaining feeling and soreness of open skin, and broken limbs. All the blood spilled during the torture session was gone, cleaned, non-existent.