Pain.
Not sharp.
Something deeper.
As if her mind had been pulled apart and then stitched back together with unsteady hands.
Selen groaned as her eyes opened.
Light flooded in.
Blinding.
Far too bright.
She squeezed them shut immediately. A dull pressure pushed against her skull, throbbing behind her eyes like something inside them had shifted.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Slow.
She forced herself to breathe.
She was back.
Back in reality.
Not the endless void.
Not the final white room.
Selen paused. Her fingers twitched.
That's right, Miralith.
What did she do? What did she sacrifice?
'Miralith? Miralith?! Where are you?' Selen called out through their link but no one answered.
Selen gritted her teeth and opened her eyes again.
The ceiling above her came into focus piece by piece.
She was back at the camp. Someone must've brough her back.
Either Caera or Egil.
But before she could think further, her vision started to distort.
At first she thought she was dizzy.
