How long has it been?
I couldn't tell if I was awake or trapped somewhere between dreams and reality. My eyes felt open—or so I thought—but nothing around me looked or felt real.
Silence surrounded me, deep and oppressive, as if the world had vanished entirely. I was drowning. The icy grip of the ocean clung to my body, wrapping me in its embrace. Saltwater seeped into my mouth and burned my eyes, making me flinch. It was unbearable, and yet, strangely, the weightless sensation of being submerged dulled the agony of the wound in my chest.
That bastard... Durathiel.
He'd nearly killed me. No—he had killed me.
Or was I alive?
I wasn't sure anymore. The memory of his strike played over and over in my mind. I'd seen my life flash before my eyes.
But wait...
Why am I thinking like this?
As if I'm fine?
I'm not fine.
I'm going to die here, aren't I?
Cleenah.
I called out silently, desperately.
