~Drex~
I watched helplessly as the life drained from Wren's face, her final words a fragile whisper. "Her name... Her name is Rowen." Those words hung in the air, delicate and heartbreaking, as her chest stilled. The light in her jade green eyes—those same eyes that had filled my dark world with warmth and brightness—dimmed.
I was Death itself. Surely, I could stop this. I had command over life and the veil that separates the realms, and yet, as Wren's body slumped lifeless onto the bed, out of my arms and out of my reach, I was, for the first time, truly powerless. My fingers trembled as I held her, waiting for her spirit to rise as it should have, waiting for that familiar shimmer of life departing to join the ether.
But nothing came.
