Chapter 27: Don't Burn the Roses!

'Sensibilitis obruotra le sensix.'

Sensibility overwhelms the senses.

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A mind churns round and round. Visions interrupt necessary rest- flashes of cut fingers. The wind screeches outside while mixing with an internal scream. Kiora rises from her bed. Sweat trickles down her forehead. Kiora places a hand over her pounding heart. 'Perhaps a walk would do me well.' She contemplates. The young Daemik stretches her arms and proceeds into the hall. Crimson moonlight pours through the windows. She meanders around the corridor.

As Kiora finds herself in front of the library, she shudders. 'What a cruel book.' Her brows furrow. A disturbed mind strives to ignore "Le Rexe et Le Equeste." Yet, Kiora cannot push aside the intrusive thoughts. An image of a screaming woman crosses the Daemik's field of vision. She grimaces at the sight of the Reina holding her bloody hand. The Rexe enters the scene while holding a sharp blade and staring at the sliced finger on the floor.