Zera hesitatingly opened her eyes.
She remembered the heat in her chest and then the blinding light. Surely, she didn't die that easily?
Or had she?
The thought made her feel panic. However, despite her escalating heartbeat, a silhouette approaching her in what appeared to be a Realm of nothing but a white horizon halted her chaotic thoughts.
When the figure was only inches away from Zera, the latter found it was a man. He was oddly dressed in white overalls.
The expression on his face somewhat confused Zera.
She couldn't read him.
"Um," Zera began, words failed to come to her lips.
"Do not fear, Zera Valentine," the man spoke, his voice monotonous. "You are not dead. But we needed to meet with you. Forgive us for such circumstances."
"Uh, we?" Zera felt dumb. She didn't fully register everything that the man had said. The only thing she focused on was the mention of 'we.'
