As that demon had said, those eyes opened once more.
When Sansa Valerion looked upon the world again, her vision of it had changed completely.
With a pair of long horns sprouting from her forehead and a strange body whose secrets she couldn't fully grasp, Sansa found herself standing before the Ultras army converging upon them.
Faced with that massive army...
Her dark eyes remained utterly calm.
"I'm pretty sure there was something weighing on me a moment ago... Maybe it was fear? Or anxiety? Or perhaps sadness..."
She couldn't quite remember what emotions had filled her just moments before.
As if all the trembling and fear she had felt earlier were nothing but a distant, bad dream.
But now, in this moment, surrounded by enemies ..
Sansa slowly smiled.
"I don't know what I was before, but right now... the world seems so beautiful. So intoxicating."
Feeling every ounce of aura dancing around her...
