The crowd separated as the magicians began to release Raphtalia from the slave curse.
The magicians brought a bowl overflowing with a certain liquid and smeared it on the slave mark etched onto her chest.
The mark faded away before my eyes.
Raphtalia was now officially freed from her enslavement.
My stomach churned as my heart was consumed by a dark feeling.
It's as if this world was ridiculing and scorning me, all the while laughing at my struggles.
All I can see... are the dark grins of the shadowy presences around me.