Linessa woke up in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat.
She felt claustrophobic...
The room suddenly felt small, and the air felt too thick to flow to and from her lungs.
Her breaths were labored, deep and yet they felt shallow. She felt like she was under water; suffocating.
Except...
This water was hot~ boiling.
Her chest rose sharply as she lifted herself upright, strands of damp hair sticking to her forehead.
Her hands clawed at the emerald dress, the silk feeling like a magnet to the heat that scorched her. It was soaked with sweat, likewise the sheets she laid on.
Linessa’s fingers trembled as she reached for her neck. The scar burned. In fact, it felt like the source of the heat that scourged her.
Something was wrong...with her...with the goddesses mark...
Strugg
