Bluish crackling light shrouded everything as the crimson red bloomed with radiance before her sight. What followed was unending pain and suffocation. She couldn't breathe properly for some reason, and then… She blacked out.
In the medical quarters of the UNS Guardian of the High Seas, a white-haired lady awoke her slumber from fright. Her heart rapidly beat as dread enraptured itself in her chest.
Upon her awakening, the piercing light coming from the ceiling blinded her. The white walls of the medical quarters didn't help, but the soft and comfortable bed did calm her for a bit.
"Laplace, are you okay?" She heard the familiar voice of her friend, which echoed inside her ears and mind. Everything seemed disoriented and unsteady for the dragoness.
"A-Abraham… Is that you?" Laplace weakly and softly muttered from her supple lips. What had happened to her was the second worst thing she had experienced in her life.
