Chapter 64: The Last Survivor

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Dabi watched as the faint glow around the frail woman flickered like a dying flame. Her once ethereal presence now seemed fragile, almost as if she might vanish at any moment. He knew she needed help—her energy was drained, her mana almost completely depleted.

Without hesitation, Dabi knelt down beside her and extended his hand. His Insight skill had already kicked in, telling him what he needed to do. He could use his own mana to help stabilize her condition, even if only temporarily.

With a deep breath, Dabi focused, channeling his mana through his palm and into her. He felt a slight drain on his own reserves but pushed through it, watching as a soft glow enveloped the woman. Slowly, her form became more solid, less ghostly, and the color in her cheeks returned, though she was still incredibly weak.

The woman's eyes fluttered open, clearer than before, though a deep sadness lingered in them. She looked at Dabi, her gaze no longer distant but filled with recognition.

"Who... who are you?" Dabi asked softly, his voice gentle but filled with curiosity.

The woman's lips parted as she took in a shaky breath, as if recalling something long buried in her memory.

"I... I am the last," she whispered, her voice barely audible but filled with sorrow.

Dabi's brows furrowed. "The last of what?"

She closed her eyes for a moment, as if searching through her mind for the right words. Then, slowly, the memories began to surface.

"I was... the last survivor," she began, her voice trembling. "The Dimension Caretakers... we were once the protectors of the gates, the watchers of the realms. But in the final battle, we were overwhelmed."

Her eyes grew distant again, her mind lost in the painful recollection.

"My father... he was our leader," she continued. "We fought until the very end. But when it became clear that we could not win, he used the Time Crystal... to seal me away, to protect me from the enemies. I was placed in stasis, locked away in this ruin."

Dabi listened intently, his heart heavy with the weight of her words. The memory stone had shown him glimpses of that final battle, but hearing it from her made it all the more real.

"I saw him," she whispered, her voice cracking. "As the door closed... I saw him. His chest... pierced by a blade. He... he died to protect me."

Her voice broke, and for a moment, she seemed lost in the grief of the past. Dabi clenched his fists, feeling a surge of anger at the thought of such devastation. But he kept his voice calm.

"You're awake now," Dabi said gently. "But... who exactly are you?"

She blinked, her gaze focusing on him once again. Her voice was soft but filled with a quiet strength.

"I am Liora," she said. "The last of the Dimension Caretakers."

Dabi's breath caught in his throat. The Dimension Caretakers were a legendary race, once thought to be myth. He had learned about them through the memory stone, but to meet one in person, especially the last of her kind, was beyond anything he could have imagined.

"Liora," he repeated, nodding. "You're the last survivor. But you don't have to be alone anymore. Come with me. I can help you."

Liora shook her head slowly, a sad smile playing on her lips.

"I cannot leave," she whispered. "The magic that binds me here... it is too strong. I am tied to this place, to the ruins of my people."

Dabi felt a pang of frustration but understood. She was bound to the ruins, a relic of a past long forgotten.

"Then... what can I do?" Dabi asked, determined to find a way to help her.

Liora's gaze softened, and she reached out, her hand trembling as it touched his.

"You have already done more than you know," she said. "But there are things in this world that are beyond your control. My fate is sealed, but yours... yours is still unfolding."

Dabi's mind raced, but before he could say more, Liora's hand slipped away, her body trembling as if she was fighting against her own weakness. The magic binding her to thi

s place was stronger than Dabi had anticipated.

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