The world felt wrong.
Liria's breath came in ragged gasps, her vision flickering between the present and something else something dark, twisted, alien.
There had been fire. Heat suffocating her lungs. And a voice that voice.
It still echoed in her mind, distant but impossibly close.
"You are mine now."
The words sent a violent shudder down her spine, and for the first time in what felt like forever, she was aware of her own body again.
But she wasn't standing. She was… being held.
A warmth, solid and grounding, wrapped around her. Strong arms, steady even as she trembled. And a familiar scent—something sharp, like night air before a storm.
Enara.
She was still here.
That realization struck something deep inside Liria, breaking through the haze of pain and confusion.
