Chapter 8

"No one knows who spreads the stories," he said, tilting his head lightly to listen through the narrow slit that opened like the doors of the temple. Probably realizing that there was no sound, he again heathed his sword. "Even because we have never heard of someone who could have left the Purgatory alive.

And even so I was already sure at that time that I had visited that place many times in search of answers. It was as if I could remember Faye's voice, when we first met in this life, and she said that they could never prevent me from making the choice that would lead to my death because if the Oracle was responsible for writing my story, he would change every word and every line so that any of my ways would take me there. And, in fact, that's what was happening.

No one would ever say that the same woman who entered hell without any power, without memories of her past lives, and who was determined to avoid her own death, would be the same woman who now raised her chin a