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Flawed Existence
“Look, Zoriah! I don’t know if you’re messing with me or what. You’ve been whining about not being able to help heroes because you lost your eyes, but here I am, trying to give you a solution for your dilemma, yet you’re outright rejecting it. How thick can you get?”
Michelle was sitting on a wooden stool—which was literally a trunk of a tree split into six pieces, its other halves placed neatly in the corner. It was hard for her to take Zoriah seriously, especially when her room was filled with vines of different lengths, acting more like a curtain on the wall. On top of that, there were jars, containing slimy liquid and small parts of creatures she couldn’t distinguish, standing in rows on a shelf that looked as though it was about to collapse. If it’s not through the hole in her eyes, Michelle would’ve thought she’s insane. Well, actually, Zoriah’s insane; insanely strong to be able to live without light.
“Respect, Child, is bestowed upon my divinity, for it is wh
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