Amberine sat in the dim room, her heart still pounding from the vivid nightmare that had shaken her from sleep. She tried to calm herself, taking in deep breaths, her gaze darting around the room to remind herself she was safe. It was just a dream—a nightmare, nothing more. The soft light from the ocean beyond her window cast gentle shadows across the room, the glowing fish swimming lazily outside offering a strange kind of solace.
Ifrit had floated closer, his small salamander form glancing up at her, his eyes flickering with concern. "You alright, Amberine? It's just a dream," he said, his voice carrying a softness that was a rare contrast to his usual sarcastic jabs.
Amberine forced herself to nod, swallowing hard as she rubbed her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I know," she whispered, her voice shaky. "It was just so… real. I could feel him. I could hear him, Ifrit. That cloaked guy from the Devil Coffin. It's like he's still chasing me."
