Chapter 3

Amaryah gasped for air. She is someone who has always cared about her appearance; thus, even when she is almost out of breath, she still has the audacity to sit up to start looking for a mirror.

She only paused after seeing how flowers scattered all over when she moved.

Slowly, she steadied her breathing and tried to relax. While doing so, she looked around to find out where she was and was surprised at how easily she could move.

She was ready to feel uncomfortable upon returning to her body, yet this was what greeted her.

How unexpected.

Despite being lifeless for months, no muscle is aching nor numbing. She raised her hands to watch her fingers and even looked down at her feet to feel her toes wiggle.

"It looks like someone has taken meticulous care of me," she thought.

She seems to be in a small cabin that is most likely built for her.

The shelves on her left are filled with many bottles of potions and jars of herbs while the table a meter away from the foot of her bed has medicinal tools on it.

There are no windows nor any kind of air passageways, so the place reeking of both flowers and medicine is almost dizzying.

To her right, she saw a door.

She turned and moved to get off the wooden bed and did not hesitate to step on the flowers. One can't even see the color of the floor because of the sea of flora filling the room.

The petals were light and they flew about when she stood up, making the scene look quite magical.

There stood a pale maiden in robes whiter than snow with flowers showering her. Anyone would have thought she's an immortal who descended to Selaphiel to bless the people.

But the seal that she felt surrounding the room, which is probably there to prevent anything or anyone from entering and also to stop her from leaving, made her feel quite displeased.

Her face darkened, and in an instant, she looked more like an enraged goddess ready to punish the people.

Her abductor is treating her like a ferocious spirit. The enchantment covering the cabin was for a mindless monster. She was perhaps not saved, but taken to be experimented on.

Her body has survived after all. It may have become soulless, but there is still no denying that she was unscathed even when she fell from a great height down to the boiling lava.

Who would not be so brazen as to take her as a trophy?

"They are thinking so lowly of me," she thought once again. "Will a weak spell casted by an obvious amateur be enough to lock me up?"

Both furious and amused, she waved a hand to cancel the spell.

However, almost immediately after the seal broke, as if pierced by a thousand needles, Amaryah yelped in pain and fell to the ground, writhing in agony.

Buried under the flowers, she kept tossing about as she held her head tightly. She opened her mouth to speak, but it trembled so hard she wasn't able to let out even a single word.

Instead, she gritted her teeth and rolled on the floor to help ease the pain.

"Stop it!" she screamed in her mind.

"Our little Aryah…"

"You promised…"

"It's just a small favor…"

"My, my, you're hurting yourself."

"Our child, our pitiful child."

She was wildly rolling on the ground that she kept bumping either on the wall or on the foot of the bed.

For Amaryah, though, the pain from her now swelling head and bruised back cannot be compared to the thousand needles that continuously pierced her insides.

"Stop struggling…"

"It's not like we'll use you…"

"Aren't you a sly one?"

"Isn't it that you're the one who's going to be using us?"

"We are your allies."

Flashes of white kept leaving and entering her body, making the flowers flutter about everywhere and creating a beautiful mess in the cabin.

It's not that Amaryah thought of the spirits as her enemies, but she isn't regarding them as her allies yet either.

It's just that they were too powerful for her weak physical body, and she feels like she's going to explode any time now.

Her earthly form can't handle this much power and pain. She knows this, and they know this fact as well, but here they are causing trouble!

Her long nails scraped her own skin. The pain was becoming too unbearable.

The rejoicing scraps of souls freely jittered in the room and seemed to be enjoying her pitiful state. She has just awakened and returned to her body, yet she's pathetically almost fainted on the floor once again.

"Stop!" she screamed.

She couldn't handle the torture and unconsciously inflicted all those wounds to her hands—a hellish blessing in disguise. Blood gushed out of the deep wound on her left wrist.

One moment, the inside of the cabin was total chaos, and the next, it was like nothing ever happened.

"You witches," she growled in between deep breaths.

There was no one else in the room, but an infinite number of eerie giggles echoed to answer her remark. Some were chuckling in the distance.

Some apologized very insincerely, and others acted and talked like they didn't almost kill her mere seconds ago.

Amaryah may have improved and gotten powerful during her stay in between worlds, but her mortal body still isn't accustomed to possessing so many spirits yet.

Grinding her teeth, she kept the resentment to herself, behind the curtains of emotions not reachable by the witches, and she swore an oath in her heart.

See if they can still be as humorous in the future!