What she saw in this final memory was Jullie standing before a woman she now recognized all too well.
Wendy. The sorceress Arabella had killed.
Jullie's eyes were stretched wide in disbelief as Wendy smiled at her, calm and almost affectionate. Jullie's chest had been torn open, hollowed through, and the hand that had pierced straight through her belonged to Wendy herself. Blood soaked Wendy's arm, dripping slowly to the floor, yet she showed no sign of discomfort, only satisfaction.
Wendy leaned close, her lips brushing near Jullie's ear as she whispered something only meant for her. Jullie could barely respond. Blood spluttered from her mouth as she stared back, fear and shock tangled so tightly in her expression that they were indistinguishable.
"You all… forced him with your delusions," Jullie cursed weakly, her voice breaking under the weight of pain and betrayal.
