A Breath Stolen Back from Death

Stillness. The air was thick with the weight of something beyond comprehension, something unnatural, something that should have never happened. And yet, it did.

A sharp, ragged inhale shattered the silence like the first crack in an unbreakable wall. The sound was so faint, so fragile, yet in this moment, it was the only thing that mattered. Pyris didn't move. He didn't breathe. His entire body had frozen, locked in a moment between grief and something more terrifying—hope.

His trembling fingers, still curled around Moonveil's lifeless form, twitched.

He had spent what felt like an eternity trapped in despair, his very soul pouring out in a broken symphony of sobs, his voice lost in the echoes of pain that refused to fade. He had felt her slip away, felt her warmth leave, felt the agonizing stillness of death claim her.

But now—now something was different.