While they marched through the damp lands, Jacob held on to Maria's hand tighter than he ever has before. Even if he was acting tough, the fight he had to partake in was taking a toll on his mental well-being. He was forced to kill the love of his life with his own hands. The sounds of his punches hitting her, her voice pleading for him that she loves him, and the looks she gave him were all burned into his brain. Even though he knew it was just a trial, that it was all fake, he couldn't help but feel ashamed.
Everyone in the group seemed to share the same feeling of guilt, but no one was willing to share what had happened to them... until Lidia finally broke the silence.
"I had to fight my own daughter in my vision. I know Squabee said that we had to fight someone who was closest to our hearts. For me, that was my late daughter Iris."
Small tears welled in the corner of Lidia's deep brown eyes.
