I woke up to the sound of faint chanting.
The room smelled clean, like herbs and incense, with a hint of something sweet. My body felt heavy like I had been buried under a pile of stones.
When I tried to move, a sharp pain shot through my chest, forcing me to stop.
"Ah…" I groaned softly, my throat dry and my voice raspy.
The ceiling above me was high and arched, made of polished stone, and intricately carved with angels and flowers.
A faint golden glow came from the stained glass windows, casting soft patterns on the walls.
It didn't take long to realize where I was.
"The cathedral…"
It took a moment for my vision to adjust, and when it did, the sight of familiar golden hair greeted me.
Christina was sitting by the bedside, her hands clasped tightly together as she stared at me with teary eyes.
"Aestrea!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with relief.
