Giving Him Pain

'No, this is just an illusion—'

Immense pain told Draven otherwise. That person stabbed his chest, the place over his heart where he had once been stabbed in his forgotten past.

Was he unable to dodge because of that face? Since he had been focusing on flushing out the toxin of Glass Mist Flower, his other senses had dulled. 

However, the pain heightened his senses once more, and the effect of the Glass Mist Flower dispersed.

Draven looked at the owner of that hand, and even with a blurry vision, he could identify that the person was a woman. The hand holding the dagger let go of it and the person stepped backwards, with her fake wooden leg taking a first step back. 

'Thala Grimsbane?'

Draven could not believe his own eyes. 

The Witch of Destruction, the war hero of the White Witches? Why would she attack him?