"Listen to me, Vesper. Get a hold of yourself. We're here to save you!" Henry held onto Vesper, even as the searing power radiating from Vesper's body ate away at his skin. Above, dragons clashed fiercely in the sky, their auras rippling through the air as they struggled to reach him.

But suddenly, reality itself began to shatter, pulling Henry into a torrent of colliding worlds. Vesper remained frozen, trapped in time, his body rigid and unreachable. Henry tightened his grip on Vesper's hand.

"Argh, you fool! Enough already—you're about to kill me, peasant!" Henry shouted, clinging desperately as he was dragged deeper into the chaos of collapsing dimensions.

One by one, Henry's fingers began to slip, his strength fading. "So, this is how it ends… trying to save you."

He closed his eyes, released his grip, and fell into the swirling void.

"No, Henry, you idiot!" Ivy's voice echoed from somewhere far away, lost amid the explosions and the clash of magic.

"It's fine now," Henry whispered as he was pulled into darkness. "Maybe I'll land in one of these worlds and find you. A thousand times, if I have to. Goodbye, my friend."

The world dissolved into shadow.

When Henry awoke, everything felt strange. His chest felt heavier, and his hands—small, with colorful designs painted on his nails—were foreign. Rising from a pastel green bed, he looked around the room. Odd plants and half-finished paintings lay scattered on the floor, and a breeze wafted gently through the curtains.

"The air… it smells poisonous," he muttered, realizing with a shock that his voice was softer, more delicate.