As they started walking towards their carriage, the crowd suddenly swelled, making it nearly impossible to navigate. In the chaos, Amira lost sight of Freya.
"Freya!" she called out, struggling to push through the crowd. Her breath quickened, and tears clouded her vision as she tried to clear her eyes.
Her ears filled with a deafening ringing, drowning out the terrifying screams and the haunting memories of the past. She frantically searched for an escape route, but the air felt thick, making it increasingly difficult to breathe.
As she teetered on the edge of unconsciousness, she felt a sudden pull, and she was swiftly drawn away from the bustling crowd.
"Breathe, it's not real," a soothing voice murmured close to her face.
She struggled to focus through her blurred vision as she followed the motion of a hand moving in front of her. It was difficult to discern who it was.