The sorceress really had pushed her to her limits. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this sore, and the pain would’ve been the worst of her life if not for Yseult’s healing magic.

Although she had failed to provide the Justicar with a problem she couldn’t cut through. Such a shame…

The sorceress finished her purposefully barebones explanation and turned to find Brooke staring at her with the dirtiest grin smeared on her face.

“This is why I didn’t want to tell you!” she groaned. “You latch onto the tiniest thing like ‘oh they touched auras’ and then make that face for days!”

She vaguely felt heat rising to her cheeks as embarrassment wrapped around her heart. These fragments were from today. She was experiencing flashes of the Justicar’s thoughts about her.

It felt somewhat invasive to experience them, but what was she going to do, turn back time?

But she held onto the connection between them, their entwined auras. The longer she held it, the more bits and pieces of a world beyond the cellar returned to her. She laughed bitterly when one particular piece settled into her arms, but still she held on.

“Don’t fail, Justicar,” she whispered.