Amberine's heart pounded in her chest, her ears filled with a dull roar as she struggled to make sense of what was happening. The floor beneath her feet had trembled, and that chilling voice had echoed through her mind—a voice she thought she would never hear again. The world around her felt like it was closing in, the shadows stretching longer, the air growing colder. She stood paralyzed with fear, her mind caught between the past and present, unable to decide what to do.
"Amberine!" Ifrit's voice broke through her paralysis. It wasn't his usual calm or teasing tone; it was raw, urgent, filled with a desperation that shook her to the core. "Amberine, we need to run! Find the safest place you can think of!"
