164 – The Big House
The yellow light had disappeared. Adrian is no longer in this room. Lexi was bandaging my body while Velvet sat in silence. The prophet's gaze was still on where the magic circle had been.
The remnants of tears still wet her face.
"Hey." Ayre tried to communicate with the prophet for some time. "How are you feeling right now?"
And she still didn't answer.
"I still expected this." I winced in pain when Lexi made a knot in the bandages wrapped around my body. "No one can stand to experience something like that, not even a prophet."
Slowly, Velvet turned her head the other way. Her eyes widen again. "L-lady Lyra?"
I frowned. There's no one else in this room besides me, Ayre, Lexi, and the prophet herself.
"It seems her mind has been broken since she was in the prison cell," Lexi whispered.
"Ah, I heard from the guard that she used to talk to herself there," I responded in a voice that was also low.