The moment Drake's voice echoed through the crypt, Leila's fragile form stirred. Her tired eyes slowly opened, trying to focus on her son. "D-Drake…is it really y-you?" Her voice was a low whisper, filled with wonder and exhaustion.
Tears welled up in Drake's eyes when he saw her condition. He desperately tried to find a way to open the cage, but it appeared to be completely sealed, designed to hold someone with supernatural strength. "Mom, wait, I'll take you out of here," Drake assured her, his voice shaking with emotion.
"You c-came back." Leila managed a faint smile through her exhaustion, her voice fragile, "B-but I guess it's... too late for me, my son." Drake's tears flowed when he couldn't accept what she said. "N-no, no, we'll find a way. Thorne, Ricky, my trusted group—they'
