In her room, the faint light from the window cast long shadows across the walls. She lay on the bed, her breathing uneven, her brows furrowed as if locked in battle with something unseen. Though her eyes were closed, her body twitched faintly—trapped somewhere between sleep and awareness.
Suddenly, her lips moved.
"Oh no! Did you do it? Please… don't do this. I will not spare you…"
The words escaped in a trembling whisper, barely audible, yet sharp enough to chill the air. She was still unconscious, but her distress was unmistakable.
He stood at the doorway, watching. His jaw tightened.
What exactly happened to you, Champion… and who are you fighting, even in your dreams?