"Spirits of memories, I command you—grant me your power!" I spoke inwardly, eyes shut, my hand gripping the head of an infernal demon bound tightly to a chair, thrashing in vain against his restraints.
"Zynor el'vatha miranthal."
The moment I chanted the spell, both the demon and I screamed in agony. A sharp pain struck my forehead—I couldn't tell what he felt—but for me, it was the surge of his memories, pouring violently into my mind. Before they could consume me, I released his head, and we both gasped for breath, drenched in sweat.
"Hubby! Are you okay?" Rose's voice broke through the haze as she rushed to my side, panic etched across her face.
"I'm fine," I rasped. "Just... need water."
She hurried away, and I slumped back. Tama and Rin flanked me shortly after, both trying to talk me out of continuing. But I couldn't stop now. I had to master this skill—even if it meant burning myself alive from the inside.
