'I cannot die here...'
But her eyes quickly widened when she reached out and grasped at nothing but air.
She was in mid-air, plunging straight down from the cliff edge. It happened so abruptly that, once she regained her composure, she could only muster a bitter smile. She knew death was inevitable upon hitting the ground.
'Unfair...'
She had only just emerged from that nightmarish mountain, barely glimpsed the outside world... yet now she faced her demise?
Reluctantly closing her eyes, she refused to accept her fate, yet her inner voice screamed, 'I don't want to die!'
As this thought crossed her mind, a warmth enveloped her, and when she looked again, red eyes were gazing into hers.
'It's him?'
Upon seeing Draven, the terror of death was momentarily forgotten, replaced by shock at his presence, cascading down the cliff alongside her. The severe wind caused her ears to ring, making it difficult to keep her eyes open amidst the gale's force.
