What both men confirmed was completely impossible for all of them to digest. If what they said was true, it meant this entire fiasco was caused by none other than Evelyn's real mother, who had ended up sacrificing her own daughter.
The thought alone was enough to make them sick to their stomachs.
Before any of them could ask more questions, the man named Azrath finally spoke.
"Hmm... your face and body are not your own, and yet... that soul inside you..." He narrowed his eyes as if he could see her very essence, and then a wide smile spread across his otherworldly face. "You are my loyal servant, a soul bound to me... Zafira."
At the sound of her name, the woman raised her head with a proud smile. "Yes, Milord. I had to discard that body after the great war that happened thousands of years ago."
"Thousands of years?" Azrath's brows lifted in question, as if asking what had taken her so long.
