Lyra drifted in and out of consciousness, trapped in a haze of pain and exhaustion. The memories of the fight with Marcus clung to her mind, vivid yet disjointed. Her body felt heavy, every muscle aching as if she had been thrown into battle again and again. But this time, it wasn't just her body that felt broken—it was her spirit.
The faint crackle of a fire broke the silence, and slowly, Lyra's senses returned. Her eyelids fluttered open, revealing the familiar stone ceiling of Kael's territory. The warmth of the fire nearby offered some comfort, but it couldn't chase away the dread that had taken root inside her. She blinked a few times, trying to focus on her surroundings, but everything seemed foggy, distant.
Where was Kael?
