"Remember my words, no matter what you see, it's all in the past. Nothing can hurt you anymore." Lynch's voice was like a whisper, gently drifting into Eryies's heart. "As long as I'm here," the mage added.
Lynch walked up to the Desire Demon, the sound of his red robe softly brushing against his ankles. Eryies was too terrified to move. When the mage's spell rang out, her mind went blank, unable to see anything except a pair of colorless, deep eyes. Lynch slowly raised his hand, gently lifting it from the Desire Demon's forehead, where his fingertips had left traces of magic.
The sealed memories flooded into Eryies's mind like a tide, nearly knocking her unconscious with the dizzying images. But after just a moment, she realized what Lynch had hidden. Those terrible torments, those lonely and cold memories she wished never to recall.
