NB: We'll be having a change in POV
ROWAN
"Look at them, Thralgor," the Red Haired man whispered decadently to the raggedly dressed white haired young woman, "don't you feel them in your veins?" He asked.
Mostly because despite their evident victory, he still need to make sure that she was in fact broken. Not half broken, nor quarter broken, but broken in all ways.
Meanwhile, the white haired one, once called Zina NorthSteed but now answered to her name as Thralgor, set her gaze upon the ancient oak tree where piles of stone-hardened monsters converged at.
Their expressions frozen like they had been submerged in an eternal sleep, the woman's confused expression almost mirrored theirs.
Just hours ago, under the rod and illusionary and hypnotic powers of the notorious Red Sister, Rose, Zina had resisted being broken by them. Not when they showed her her bleak pasts, nor when they presented before her a terrible future.
