Deep within the forest, beneath rain-heavy clouds, Cassian lay unconscious.
His body was mired in mud from the impact of his fall. His clothes, once clean though inexpensive, were now covered in dried bloodstains and tears.
Even caked in mud, his face twitched with pained expressions, a clear sign of the nightmares plaguing his unconscious mind.
Amidst the chaos, he still clutched a small, black sphere, holding it with a white-knuckled grip as if he would never let go.
I walked aimlessly through an endless realm of darkness.
The ground beneath my feet was neither solid nor liquid; with every step, ripples spread around me, as though I were walking on water.
It was a strange sensation, but this was not my first time here.
I knew this place all too well. This was the deepest corner of my mind, the domain of the being sealed with a piece of my soul.
"How much longer do you plan to hide in the darkness, my lady goddess?"
