In the heart of the storm, where memories and echoes of Lyon's existence collided, Luce Veritas pressed on. The tempest roared around her, thunderclaps and flashes of memories intermingling, yet she persisted. With each step, she called out Lyon's name, a voice cutting through the chaotic symphony.
"Ly-on!" Her voice echoed, carrying with it a mixture of desperation and determination. The storm seemed relentless, threatening to engulf Lyon's essence entirely. Undeterred, Luce pressed forward, her gaze unwavering. "Hold on, Lyon. I won't let you slip away. Not now, not like this."
As she reached out toward the translucent figure of Lyon, her words carried the weight of their shared history and the bonds that transcended the tumult of the storm. The dance between chaos and connection unfolded in the surreal landscape of Lyon's memories, and Luce stood as a beacon of hope, refusing to let the storm claim Lyon's essence.
