☀️ Arselia and Akonia

Opening her eyes, Aiyano stared for a while at the grim, fittingly somber rivets on the ceiling beam of the shop, her expression dark and silent. She could think about many things right now, but she didn't feel like it. After all, long internal monologues wouldn't help. Everything she had seen was crystal clear, and delving into every detail at the moment would be like deliberately pressing a finger on a sore spot – in some inexplicable way, sometimes you want to feel it, but there's no point. Sitting on the bed, she clapped her hands twice, folding them in a prayerful gesture, and asked Kami to guide the souls of the tormentors and the sorcerer on their final journey – deeper into the Abyss. "It turned out to be close to the scenario I imagined," she says to the mage. "Do you know anything about a sorcerer named %keraneim%? I remember telling you the story that Bors-san told me. From what I observed, it was he who tried to curse them, but something went wrong. 'Them' – because there were indeed two people. What words did he say, hmm?..." She tries to recall the words of the spell from her dream, in order to retell them to the mage, and at the same time all the details of that scene that might be relevant (gestures, possible magical items used, the color of the skill shot, etc.). "I don't understand magic, so you can judge for yourself whether it's reversible or not. As for the events that preceded this... " she shook her head. "I'm afraid you won't want to know about it. Let's just say they were held captive and tortured for a long time, but by other people, not by %keraneim% himself. And yes, you were right in your theory about the nature of the 'miraculous healing'."