"I did!" Her voice rises even higher for a moment, before she seems to catch herself, coughing. "I worked so hard, so how dare... how dare anyone take my Chaldea away from me..."
The painting is a fairly evocative one. A ruined modern cityscape stretches across the length of these books. It looks as if some horrible fire raged through at some point, leaving broken buildings and destroyed streets in its wake. There is a strange circular structure standing amidst the wreckage, glowing a bright malevolent red, as a young woman--the same one kneeling in front of them now--desperately tries to claw away from it, though it seems like she's being sucked slowly in, an inexorable gravitational field that pulls her with a far greater strength than a human can withstand.
Re: THE GALLERY OF MEMORIES
The painting is a fairly evocative one. A ruined modern cityscape stretches across the length of these books. It looks as if some horrible fire raged through at some point, leaving broken buildings and destroyed streets in its wake. There is a strange circular structure standing amidst the wreckage, glowing a bright malevolent red, as a young woman--the same one kneeling in front of them now--desperately tries to claw away from it, though it seems like she's being sucked slowly in, an inexorable gravitational field that pulls her with a far greater strength than a human can withstand.