If Sandra were to explain her current situation... simply put in one word:
Pain.
A soul-crushing, mind-tearing, nerve-splitting pain!!!
"ARRRHHH!!" she screamed, her voice cracking with sheer agony as she clenched her eyes shut. Blood seeped out from the corners, trickling down her cheeks like crimson tears.
She rubbed at her eyes with trembling fingers, desperate to soothe the torment clawing not just at her flesh—but at something far deeper.
It was itching... no, burning... no—itching her very soul.
Aether stood there, frozen for a moment, his own breath hitching as he watched her writhe. Her cries stabbed through him like daggers. Gritting his teeth, he lunged forward and wrapped his arms around her, holding her body tightly against his chest.
"Just hold on, dear... please... hold on," he whispered, voice shaking, almost pleading, as his hand gently patted her back. He was trying to comfort her, to calm her—but deep down he knew... it was useless.
