Meanwhile, far away from the two cosmic lovebirds reunited after thousands of years, Alden snapped his eyes open.
He took in a sharp breath, body drenched in sweat as he stared up at the ceiling above his lavish bed.
"What the fuck was that…?"
The image was still burned into his mind of Caera reaching for him, pulling him inside that shadowy surface.
And the feeling of something inside him being slowly severed. His chest felt heavy as he could still feel that unpleasant sensation clinging to his body, refusing to let go.
That thing was the same thing Caera had been trying to cut away when she was pulling him out of the world.
Although she didn't succeed, some part of it was gone, he could feel it clearly.
So what the hell was it?
Alden pressed a hand to his forehead, breathing slowly.
Strangely enough, his thoughts felt clearer.
