Lyria sniffed back the tears. "What is it?"
"Live, Lyria," Sania said. "Live."
When Lyria furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, Sania suddenly walked up to her and touched her forehead. Her finger was cold. But as soon as their skin touched, Lyria felt the shift in the air. Much like every time she passed the Misted Forest barrier.
Suddenly, it became much easier to breathe. Her body felt lighter. And there was another sensation coursing through her body. Clouds of red and orange dust suddenly circled her. They enveloped her body as if welcoming her back before settling on her fingers. They wove their way in and out of Lyria's fingers. As if there was another hand holding hers in a tight embrace. Her fingertips tingled at the feel of the sensation. It was warm and wholesome. It was gentl
