Clara lay motionless on her bed, her muscles aching from the hours of training. But the soreness was a welcome distraction from the whirlwind of emotions within her. The visions had come so vividly during her fights, a strange blend of her present self and someone from a past she didn't fully understand. She closed her eyes, hoping for rest, but the memories swirled relentlessly, refusing to let her sleep.
Then, as her mind drifted, she felt herself slip into a dream—not a usual one, but something deeper, darker, and far more powerful. In the dream, Clara stood alone in a misty field, the earth beneath her feet cracked and charred. Shadows danced in the distance, their shapes twisting and morphing, barely visible through the fog. She felt a pull, as if something beyond the mist was calling her.
A familiar voice broke the silence. "Clara, are you ready to face the truth of who you are?"
