After the darkness was swallowed by the sea, its surface became eerily calm, as if nothing had ever happened. A soft golden hue kissed the sky, washing away the lingering darkness and eeriness.
Eritrea was stunned by how Olivia single-handedly controlled the Myrkr—something she herself had failed to do. A faint smile tugged her lips, she should have trusted her more.
"Olivia…." Eritrea's words cut off, her expression shifting to one of worry. She dragged her tired body towards Olivia.
Olivia fell to her knees, her body exhausted from all the battle. A sharp, high-pitched ringing filled her ears. Eritrea's voice faded into muffled noise as Olivia slipped into oblivion.
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The scent of fresh, damp earth filled her nostrils, her hand unconsciously clenched at the damp soft earth. The smell of green and dried leaves relieved all her tense nerves, her body warmed by the filtered sunlight from the sky. Olivia's eyes fluttered open.