Medea couldn't help but doubt reality. Maybe her mind was just making up everything she was experiencing now.
She hoped that was the case.
But no matter how desperately she wished for it, she could clearly tell that she was awake. Everything she watched was what it was—Morwen stabbed Sylas repeatedly, not stopping even after the latter's death.
The gruesome scene nauseated Medea so terribly that she closed her eyes and covered her lips with her hand.
But there was only so much senses she could block. The Sorceress' hysterical laughter clearly echoed in her ear, enough to worsen her discomfort.
"He's already dead. Now start skinning the other guy beside you if you don't want me to skin you alive," Thirteen ordered.
Morwen flinched and hurriedly apologized to Thirteen before planting her hand on Theron's chest.
Thirteen had already destroyed the Spearman's armor, so Morwen's knife easily stripped the young man of his clothes so she could skin him alive.
