Zylia’s POV
My vision became clearer.
It was morning already.
I ran my hands through my hair, still bright silver.
My skin still shimmered faintly beneath the sunlight that crept through the cracked window.
The glow had dimmed, but it wasn’t gone.
Raven sat by the door, cleaning her blade, her gaze flicking toward me every few seconds. “You’re pacing again,” she said quietly.
“I know.”
“You do that when you’re trying to ignore something.”
I stopped, pressing my hand to the wooden wall. “It’s not something I can ignore.”
Raven frowned. “What do you mean?”
I turned to her, unsure how to explain the ache building in my chest. “It’s like… someone’s calling me.”
Her expression softened, cautious. “Zylia…”
“No,” I cut in, shaking my head. “Not like before. This is different. It’s no
