Astrid lurched.
"Blergh…!"
Her body convulsed as she heaved, over and over, as her tears spilled down her cheeks. No matter how much she tried to breathe, her stomach kept twisting and twisting.
The scenes she had just witnessed were too much. So much so that she wanted to think it wasn't real.
But what kept her grounded was the very essence of the magic that had shown it all to her. There was no mistaking it. The traces of mana radiating from the flower were so undoubtedly her mother's.
She would never forget her mother's magic.
And that was exactly why Astrid wanted to uncover more. What was her mother trying to show her?
No, why would a mother ever want her own child to witness such things?
It was through those memories that Astrid began to understand the truth. The world was not as she had once believed. The adults she had trusted without question were never worthy of that trust. The family she had loved so unconditionally was not the one she thought it was.
