Avery embraced the memories, which kept pouring into her mind like a river. Even if she wanted them to stop, it was too late for it. They rushed through the opened gates, playing in front of her eyes like a movie. She couldn’t navigate through them. They were coming chaotically, one life over another without her being able to distinguish which one came first, which one came after. Those past lives of hers mixed with each other.
As the memories poured into her mind, reminding her of the memories which Luna had erased before, her magic increased its potency. She needed to be careful with the amount of magic she collected within her body. The black obsidian on the walls worked as a conductor and as an absorber. Whenever she had a specific level of magic in her bloodstream, the black obsidian
