"Every end is the start of something." A soft voice whispered in Su Jiyai's ears.
But something deep inside Su Jiyai stirred—a quiet, unyielding force she hadn't noticed before.
As the laughter grew louder, so did the warmth spreading through her body.
It was faint at first, just a flicker of heat, but then it surged, a fire igniting in her core.
Her breath hitched, and the pain in her wounds began to dull, replaced by a strange tingling sensation.
Su Jiyai gasped as she felt her wounds begin to heal, the torn flesh knitting itself back together at an unnatural speed.
The black veins that had once spread across her body, marking her as poisoned, began to shrink and fade.
Her eyesight, which had dimmed to near blindness, slowly began to return.
The bloody tears that had flowed from her eyes stopped, and as she blinked away the darkness, she saw the world in sharp, vibrant clarity.
