In the chaos of the battle, even the moon's glow was swallowed by darkness.
The cries of anguish went unheard. The grief remained unseen.
She crumbled under the weight of her sorrow, tears streaming uncontrollably. Her chest felt tight, her breath shallow, and her strength drained, as though her very soul had abandoned her.
She collapsed, fragile as seedlings flattened by a storm, or young buds buried beneath the merciless sands of a desert wind.
Her eyes fluttered shut, and she fell back, fading into unconsciousness.
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"Sofia... Sofia..."
A voice called her name.
Slowly, she opened her eyes to an entirely different world.
