The Last Hope [3]

Rain gasped, his body trembling uncontrollably.

He stretched out his arms, but they felt foreign, detached from his control. His limbs refused to respond, leaving him suspended helplessly in midair. A scorching heat surged through him, burning straight into his core, as though his very soul was on fire.

His eyes, his head—it felt like everything was about to explode.

What… what's happening to me?

His pupils widened involuntarily. Thoughts slipped from his grasp, scattering like leaves in a storm. The heat intensified, this time pouring directly into his brain, an overwhelming torrent of fire flooding his consciousness.

Then, suddenly, the inferno softened. The unbearable heat turned gentle, gathering at the crown of his head, forming a single, concentrated point. It lingered for a moment, then exploded, scattering energy like the fragments of a shattered star.

Tiny blue lights appeared before him, drifting like snowflakes.