Another Zeno capsule opened with a hiss, like a machine sighing in defeat.
June's eyes remained closed for a moment longer. She felt the air on her skin—thicker, heavier, real.
Then she sat up.
Her limbs moved with difficulty, like they were made of stone. Like every joint had to remember how to bend again. Her breath felt shallow, her heart strangely loud in her ears.
She gritted her teeth.
This was the part she hated.
In Trion, she was a spellcaster of unmatched caliber—one of the fastest minds on the battlefield, a genius who could process dozens of variables and predict outcomes mid-fight.
Her physical stats weren't neglected either; high vitality and speed meant she could dodge, reposition, and react in ways most couldn't even see.
But now?
Now, she was just June.
Just a girl in a body that felt sluggish and awkward.
