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☀️ Arselia and Akonia

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The nightmare felt disgustingly real, as if it were all happening in reality. In a way, what she experienced was familiar – she had encountered similar looks in her native Tarsis, after falling out of favor. However, even her former colleagues were far from the cruelty of the monsters gathered in the dream. Not everyone would think of disemboweling a person while they are still alive. Not everyone would have the cruelty to watch them suffer. And not everyone would have the madness to devour you while you writhe in pain. There was no doubt – she had witnessed the lynching of the defeated Akonia, carried out by the Arcelians for the "greater good." I wonder, did they see themselves from the outside? Did they understand how it looked? Did they realize that in reality, they were nothing more than a bunch of corpse-eating soul-eaters? Or were they so blinded by hatred? The Tarsian understood that in her dream, she wanted to give them what they deserved. To unleash the raging flame within her and burn this gathering of ghouls to ashes. But it was just a dream. A vision. An illusion. There was nothing she could do. Her mind cleared, and the hatred subsided only when she woke up. She returned to the real world. Coming to her senses, the girl slowly got up and looked around. Her companions, apparently, had shared the same fate, gradually regaining consciousness and trying to rouse their dead pets. Even after death, Hopeless remained true to his name, taking several more innocent lives with him. So strong was the urge for destruction in the soul of this vile scoundrel. He couldn't resist spoiling things even at the last moment.