I was floating in darkness, weightless, suspended in a void where nothing existed—no pain, no heat, no fire. Just silence.
For the first time in days, the relentless pressure inside me eased, and I could breathe. I felt a strange sense of calm, like a heavy weight had been lifted from my chest. My limbs, which had been trembling and weak, now felt light. I blinked, but the darkness remained.
Then, a figure appeared, slowly taking shape in the shadows—a wolf, her fur pale white streaked with black, shimmering against the dark backdrop. She was smaller than I remembered, her form more delicate, as if something had been taken from her. Her golden eyes glowed softly, watching me with a familiar intensity.
Nyxia.
Her voice was a soft whisper, yet it echoed in the vast emptiness. I knew inst
