Kain stepped into the chamber, the golden light washing away the bone-deep pain that had been lingering since the battle yesterday, replaced by a soothing sensation that seemed to seep into his very core. His eyes quickly scanned the room, taking in the sight of the raised dais at the center and the figure lying motionless upon it while 4 spiritual creatures surrounded her in concern.
Serena.
Her silver hair fanned out around her like a halo, and her hands were clasped over her chest as if in prayer. The sight of her so still, so vulnerable, sent an unfamiliar pang through his chest. But before he could even take a step forward, the illusionary Prismarin beside him shimmered and then vanished.
Kain blinked. "Huh?"