A sharp pain shot through Naya's head, like a flicker of lightning, making her wince. She panted softly, her lips barely moving as she lay on the damp, cool grass, its earthy scent mingling with the crisp morning air.
In her mind, a familiar voice suddenly echoed, the words drowned in a static, stormy sound, except for three: “Luna Sandra’s daughter.”
Naya’s heart raced and her frown turned deeper. In her dream, the face of Sana Azalea appeared. Bloodied yet with a smile, she looked at Naya and softly uttered her final words, “I’m glad… that I was able to meet Luna Sandra’s daughter.”
Then, in an instant, Sana Azalea turned to dust, and darkness enveloped Naya. The oppressive blackness was suffocating, pressing in on her from all sides. She was trapped, unable to move, until a thread
