The Tree of Memories held no lasting memories. It was what I told myself, as I cleaned up Drusilla's body to be sent off.
Her dungeon still stood, thank God… or maybe it wasn't such a good thing that it stood?
After all, her dungeon was the Dungeon of Pain.
That wasn't for me to decide, however, as I rubbed the wet wash cloth on her skin. Trying to think about anything but the maggots which I had to burn away from her stomach, where they had been lying eggs.
Right there, in the stomach acid.
What sort of animals survived something like stomach acid? My trance state told me a fact. That the walls around our stomach were an evolutionary miracle.
That not even stomach acid was supposed to break them.
And those worms had the same thing around their body, I told myself. For how else had they been able to survive?