Epilogue [Edited]

"Why won't he just wake up?"

The girl with completely pink hair and golden eyes stared at the white-haired young man who had been in a coma for two months now. Her voice carried a mixture of desperation and exhaustion that had become all too familiar in this sterile white room. At this point, genuine fear was creeping in—he was physically healthy according to every medical examination, yet he simply wouldn't wake up. She'd tried everything within her power, even attempting to use the soul connection she shared with him to understand what exactly had gone wrong, but nothing happened.

"Master..." Nelia spoke from her chair beside the bed, her tone heavy with pain that seemed to grow deeper with each passing day.