Eiravyne lay motionless on the bed, her body unresponsive and her mind a chaotic storm of newly unleashed memories.
Each wave of recollection crashed over her, leaving her more overwhelmed and disoriented than before.
She hated how confused she felt, how powerless and vulnerable. The memories Urag had given her in a matter of seconds spanned an entire lifetime, and each one was like a dagger to her heart.
The realization of what had happened, of how she had been manipulated and used, filled her with a burning anger. Yet, she was too exhausted and overwhelmed to act on it.
Urag had vanished, leaving her with a tumultuous mix of emotions: anger, sadness, shock, and betrayal.
She wanted to scream, to cry out, but her body refused to cooperate. Her limbs felt like lead, and she couldn't even muster the strength to lift a finger.
Karl's worry was palpable, his hand hesitantly trying to touch her to calm her down but he didn't.
