"Even if they weren't twisted before, they became so. It became a regular occurrence for me to find myself in places where my life was in danger—no," Vera's voice turned cold, "it would've been a mercy if it was only my life at risk. Most of the visions began after my fate was already sealed."
The staff she gripped in her hand looked like it might splinter into shards under the pressure of her tightening fingers.
"Should it prove to be too much of a burden, I could always sever the vision, but the price will be a severe drawback to my real body, so I did it as little as possible."
"I… never knew how twisted humanity can really be, but thanks to the visions, I learned it pretty quickly. And the worst thing? It wasn't always humanity's fault. Sometimes I just suffered due to a natural disaster, and other times because of a wild beast."
She took a shallow breath, forcing her muscles to relax.
