Amberine could feel the heat of the desert searing her skin, the sun blazing overhead without mercy, the dry air making her throat ache as she struggled to breathe. Her body ached with exhaustion, her limbs trembling as she fought against the shadowy monsters that surrounded her. They were relentless, their vague forms flickering between shadow and substance, shifting and moving, their hollow eyes fixed on her as if they could see her very soul.
"Just stop appearing in my dreams!" Amberine shouted, her frustration boiling over as she hurled another burst of flame at the creatures. Her voice cracked, her throat dry from the desert heat. The fire roared through the air, a brilliant burst of red and orange, but it was as if the monsters were made of the very essence of shadows itself—they dispersed, reforming almost instantly, mocking her effort.
