As if to prove that she was the real Maria, she showed the golden ring on her finger–the same one Mira gave her right before she left to go on a trip. "If I'm not real, then what about this? Is this fake?"
Mira paused and looked at the obsidian ring on her finger. Sending a pulse of energy inside it, it shone with a dull luster.
Instantly, she felt a pull in a certain direction. When she raised her head to look, she was staring right at Maria.
Mira opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out. She wanted to believe that this was fake. It had to be.
However, those rings were directly connected to each other. All the proof pointed toward the person before her was real.
But doubt plagued her mind. The Abyssal Torment Steps were known for their insidious trials that would exploit any vulnerability. Maria being here was too convenient, too perfect.
