Darkness.
That was all Sophia could see.
She drifted in an endless void—weightless, silent, numb. The last memory she could recall flickered in her mind like a dying flame:
Ethan, barely dodging an attack from a white-haired man…
And then—pain.
The overwhelming agony from the injuries Kairo had inflicted.
And then—nothing.
No sound.
No light.
Just… emptiness.
But then, suddenly—
A light.
Warm, radiant, and inviting. It pulsed softly in the dark, like a heartbeat calling her home. She'd always heard stories—never follow the light—but this light wasn't cold or final. It was comforting… enticing.
And before she could resist, she felt herself being pulled toward it.
Dragged through the darkness.
And then—her eyes opened.
She was no longer drifting in a void. She was standing inside a medical tent, soft light filtering through white canvas. She blinked several times, stunned, breath shallow as she tried to piece together reality from dream.
