She could feel her cheek pressed against the cold dirt as she lay crumpled on the cobblestones, her breath shallow, her mind still reeling from the cryptic vision. The sharp pain behind her eyes throbbed, making it difficult to focus, but the words from the vision echoed in her skull, relentless and haunting.
Find me.
What was it? The blood sea, the figure in the shadows, the voice in her head, it was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. And yet, deep down, something about it felt disturbingly familiar, like a memory she couldn't quite reach.
Elara tried to push herself up, her limbs trembling under the strain. The faint glow that had surrounded her moments before had completely disappeared, leaving her feeling hollow, drained. She managed to sit up, her back pressed against the rough stone wall as she struggled to make sense of everything.
