Faila

Ryan stood before the door of the mortuary chamber, his hands trembling, his heart heavy. Each step he took seemed to weigh a ton. He knew what he was about to see, but nothing could prepare him for the horror of this reality.

As he entered, he was greeted by a cold, white light. In the center of the room, on a metallic table, lay Rayna's lifeless body. She looked peaceful, as if she were merely sleeping, but the pallor of her skin told a different story. The shock was instantaneous, a direct punch to his soul.

Ryan approached slowly, his eyes blurred with tears. Each step was another step towards accepting a truth he still refused to believe. He stopped a few centimeters from the body, his lips trembling, his hands clenched into fists.

"Rayna..." his voice was a hoarse whisper, broken by emotion. He reached out, gently caressing her cold face. "No... this is impossible. This isn't you. This isn't you, Rayna..."

The tears began to flow freely, rolling down his cheeks as he fell to his knees, overwhelmed by the weight of his pain. "Why you? Why now? I can't... I can't accept this. You were the light of my life, my strength, my pillar. How am I supposed to go on without you?"

He pounded his fists against the floor, anger and sadness swirling in a storm of emotions. "I promised to protect you, to always be there for you. And now you're gone... gone forever. I failed, Rayna. I failed."

His voice broke, giving way to uncontrollable sobs. He looked up at the ceiling, searching for answers in the void. "It's unfair! Why? Why her? She didn't deserve this! She had so much more to give, so much more to live for. Rayna, I'm so sorry... so very sorry..."

The silence of the room was deafening, interrupted only by his desperate cries. Each second spent gazing at his sister's lifeless body amplified his grief. "I regret so much... all the moments we should have shared. All the things I should have said. Now it's too late. Too late for everything..."

Ryan leaned forward, resting his head on the cold table, seeking one last connection with the one who had been his anchor. "Rayna, if you can hear me, know that I will never forget you. I will carry your memory with me, every day, every moment. But I refuse to accept that you're gone. Your spirit will live on through me, through everything I do."

He remained there, motionless, lost in his thoughts, murmuring words of sorrow, regret, and love. "I will avenge you, Rayna. I will find those who did this to you, and I will make them pay. I promise you."

The room seemed to grow colder, but Ryan didn't care. His heart was broken, his mind plunged into an abyss of despair. "Goodbye, Rayna..." he finally whispered, rising with difficulty, his gaze fixed one last time on his sister's face.

As he left the mortuary chamber, a resolution was born within him, fueled by pain and anger. This was not just a loss; it was a turning point, a point of no return. Rayna might be gone, but her legacy would live on through him, and he would not let her sacrifice be in vain.

Ryan was about to leave the mortuary chamber, his mind weighed down by despair. Each step seemed to pull him further from reality, plunging him into an endless spiral of sadness. But as he placed his hand on the door, a sudden thought crossed his mind: his "Regeneration" skill.

He quickly turned around, his heart pounding wildly. "What if...?" he murmured, a flicker of hope igniting in his eyes. Rushing back to Rayna's lifeless body, he reached out, invoking the skill. A soft, almost divine light enveloped his sister's inert form, healing the wounds and restoring the perfection of her physical body. Yet, despite the apparent restoration, she remained lifeless.

Ryan stepped back, his hands trembling, his eyes fixed on Rayna's face. "No... it's not enough," he said with a broken voice. Disappointment overwhelmed him once more. He quickly consulted the system, frantically searching for a solution. That's when he saw the system shop, a new feature unlocked after his ascension to D rank.

Without hesitation, he used his remaining five stat points to purchase a special potion, one whose description promised to revive the most weary spirits. Carefully, he administered the potion to Rayna, hoping for a miracle. But the silence persisted, and his hope crumbled again.

Tears began to flow, his body shaken by sobs. "I'm sorry, Rayna... I'm so sorry..." he murmured, resting his head on the edge of the table, his grief consuming him completely. He was lost, unable to comprehend why his efforts were failing.

Then, a gentle light filled the room. Ryan looked up, his tears blurring his vision. A familiar figure stood at the doorway. Faila. She stepped forward softly, her face a mix of compassion and determination.

Without a word, she approached Rayna's body, placing a delicate hand on her forehead. A palpable energy began to emanate from her, a healing power so pure and intense that it enveloped the entire hospital. Outside, passersby and medical staff witnessed an extraordinary sight: an illusory image of a gigantic angel, its wings spread wide, covering the entire hospital like a divine blessing.

Ryan watched, mouth agape, unable to comprehend what he was seeing. The light was so brilliant, so comforting, it seemed to dispel every shadow of despair. "Faila..." he murmured, seeing the concentration on her face.

After a moment that felt like an eternity, Faila withdrew her hand, her body wavering from the effort. She turned to Ryan, a tired smile on her face, before collapsing into his arms, unconscious. Ryan caught her carefully, laying her gently on the floor, his mind still reeling from what he had witnessed.

Doctors, alerted by the strange light, rushed into the room. They quickly examined Rayna and Faila, their expressions shifting between disbelief and awe. "It's a miracle..." one of them murmured, observing Rayna's vital signs. "She's alive, but in a deep coma. We need to get her to the emergency room immediately."

Ryan watched the doctors as they wheeled Rayna away, his mind still clouded. He then carried Faila in his arms, handing her over to the care of the medical staff. "She'll be fine," assured one of the doctors. "She just fainted from extreme exhaustion. She'll recover quickly."

Standing in the hospital corridor, Ryan felt a wave of emotions wash over him. The tears he had shed moments earlier were now replaced by tears of joy. He was overwhelmed by a mix of disbelief and relief. "Rayna is alive... she's alive..." he repeated in a whisper, his heart swelling with gratitude.

He sank into a chair, his face turned towards the ceiling, a blissful smile on his lips. "Thank you... thank you," he murmured, tears still streaming down. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, he felt a spark of hope rekindle within him.

The world may have been cruel, but at that moment, he believed in miracles again. Rayna was alive, and he would do everything in his power to ensure her full recovery. The battle was not over, but for now, he savored this small victory, his heart filled with gratitude towards Faila and the mysterious force that had guided her.

"I will protect you, Rayna... no matter the cost," he vowed in a whisper, the resolution etched deeply into his soul.

As Ryan was lost in his thoughts, the sound of the hospital's automatic doors opening swiftly pulled him from his reverie. A familiar figure appeared in the doorway, striding purposefully through the hall. Veilhot, his best friend, was there. His face, usually calm and composed, was marked with worry.

Veilhot quickly approached Ryan, his eyes scanning his friend to ensure he was alright. "Ryan..." he murmured, placing a firm hand on his shoulder. "I heard what happened. Are you okay? How is Rayna?"

Ryan looked up at him, the tears still visible on his cheeks, but this time accompanied by a smile. "She's alive, Veilhot. She's alive... but in a coma. It's a miracle, Faila saved her..." His voice trembled slightly, a mix of relief and exhaustion.

Veilhot nodded, understanding the magnitude of what Ryan had just gone through. He sat down beside him, letting a moment of silence settle, offering his friend the comfort of his presence. After a moment, he spoke softly. "Ryan, you're not alone. We'll get through this together. Rayna is strong; she will wake up. And Faila... she's truly a blessing."

Ryan nodded, grateful for his friend's comforting presence. "Thank you, Veilhot. Thank you for being here."

Veilhot offered him a warm smile. "Always, Ryan. Always."

The two friends sat there, in the quiet of the hospital, sharing a moment of silent support as hope began to gently rekindle in Ryan's heart.