A peculiar sense of dizziness assaulted Lann's mind.
In this state of semi-intoxication, Lann first saw a strange scene.
In a dimly lit room of an ancient castle, the flickering candlelight illuminated the left half of a man's body.
A long robe, long beard... that was a Warlock.
And Lann's perspective was fixed on a bed-like device, gazing up at the male Warlock.
In the faint candlelight, Lann saw the needle in the male Mage's hand, linked to a large vial of potion behind it—Tears of the Mother.
It was part of the Cyan Grass Trial Potion Set, designed to violently disrupt the original human anatomy, laying the foundation for the remolding of a Demon Hunter.
This process would make one desperately long for a swift death.
Lann recalled this vividly.
And from the memory's perspective, excitement, obsession... and a hint of hidden compassion flickered in the male Mage's eyes.
"What do you desire? What is your longing? How will you carry out your will?"
