Entering Space

Seeing Ethan battered with bruises and wounds on his shoulder and legs, Elena felt her heart drop. Panic surged through her as she rushed to his side, her hands trembling at the sight of his pale face.

"Ethan!" she gasped, kneeling beside him.

At the sound of her voice, Ethan slowly opened his eyes.

It wasn't a dream; his wife was really here.

Confusion washed over him.

How did a massive stone fall so mysteriously, and how did she arrive here?

But he held his tongue, aware that this wasn't the right moment to ask.

"Wife, don't cry," Ethan said, his voice filled with concern as he looked at her.

With a pleading tone, he urged her to check on Poochi first, knowing the dog's wounds were much more severe than his own. While his injuries might look bad, they weren't serious; he just couldn't stand or walk for the time being.