Lorilyse was no ordinary woman.
This was not an exaggeration or a dramatic statement intended to attract anyone's attention.
No, it was a raw and undeniable truth.
Lorilyse was deeply disturbed. She had experienced death, again and again, hundreds of times. Her own death.
She remembered every moment. Of all the tortures inflicted on her body, of all the blades that had pierced her flesh, of all the times her head rolled to the ground.
She remembered the betrayals that crushed her soul, the relentless efforts she made to counter a cruel fate, only to see everything collapse in an instant.
Lorilyse had not lived one life, not even two. She lived dozens, hundreds, each time with a keen awareness of her past lives. She carried this burden in every existence, unable to forget.
The trials had changed her. Anyone would have sunk under the weight of accumulated pain, memories of agony, immeasurable losses. And Lorilyse was no exception to this rule. She had fallen into a cold and unshakeable madness.
But this madness was not her end. It became her weapon.
With each death, she was reborn stronger. With each new life, she accumulated a power so immense that it was beyond comprehension.
Live. Die. Reborn. Then die again. This infernal cycle could have lasted forever, but Lorilyse broke the chains. She had renounced the world, isolating herself in a chosen exile, far from everything and everyone.
However, fate was not done with her. The universe still had plans, machinations that she had not anticipated. And Lorilyse, in all her craziness and strength, stood ready to face what was to come.
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Sorry if there's any grammatical or other errors, english is not my first language. Enjoy !