A soft breeze stirred the air, carrying the scent of something both familiar and unknown. Raelynn stood barefoot on cool grass, her white dress whispering against her skin. The world around her was ethereal—a vast meadow bathed in silver light, the sky a never-ending swirl of deep blues and violets. Tiny orbs of light floated lazily, weaving in and out of the air like fireflies, their glow casting fleeting shadows on her hands as she reached out.
Where am I?
Raelynn's breath hitched.
Wait.
Wasn't she just with Axel and Elion?
Her heart pounded as the memory rushed back—the fight, the bloodlust in their eyes, the way they moved with inhuman speed, too fast for her to process. The way neither of them hesitated, how their blades and claws clashed like they were trying to tear each other apart.
And now…
She was here?
Panic surged through her veins. Her fingers curled into the soft fabric of her dress as she turned sharply, her eyes scanning the meadow.
