Separating from the sweet kiss shared with Galen, I was aware that my body was not in good shape. Still immersed in the demon's powers, I dropped to the ground, unable to stand. Weakness enveloped me, and my knees slowly gave way, driving me towards the ground with the gravity of the situation weighing on me.
Galen's concerned gaze rested on me, reflecting the anxiety he felt at my sudden weakness. Although I wanted to get up, my body resisted, as if anchored in a state somewhere between reality and demonic illusions.
My eyes closed for a moment, trying to regain control over my existence. The darkness around me began to gradually dissipate, revealing reality as my senses reconnected with the tangible world.
Galen knelt beside me, his comforting presence radiating a warmth that dispelled the residual shadows of the illusion.