Drip drip
As Jiho clenched her fist tightly, blood trickled down from her palm, staining the glass below with crimson droplets.
However, the physical pain she endured paled in comparison to the deep emotional agony she felt.
Soon the bright light shone again, catching Jiho off guard, she instinctively lifted her hand, palm facing outward, in a swift and fluid motion, creating a makeshift barrier against the glaring brightness.
Her fingers tensed slightly, responding to the unexpected intrusion of light, as she squinted and blinked to adjust to the sudden change in illumination.
As the light dimmed after a few seconds, Jiho cautiously opened her eyes, expecting to see the familiar garden.
To her surprise, she found herself standing in a vast corridor, the walls stretching high above her, adorned with intricate tapestries depicting ancient scenes.
