Blood trickled from Jade's mouth, her eyes squinting through the agony, as the crystal before her began to blur into obscurity. A sensation akin to a ribbon being severed surged through her, sending her surroundings into a dizzying whirl.
Then, amidst the chaos, a figure emerged from the shadows—a creature enshrouded in a long, dark robe, wielding a scythe. For a fleeting moment, Jade's heart leaped; the figure bore a resemblance to Ty. But this semblance shattered as its eyes burst into white flames, reaching for her with intentions unknown.
Every instinct screamed in defiance, and with a force she hardly understood as her own, she jerked her wrist away, evading the creature's grasp.
As Jade recoiled, she found herself adrift, floating backward into an abyss where her body felt insubstantial, as if comprised of nothingness. The creature's voice, tinged with confusion, echoed through the void, "You… are dead… are you not?"
