Opening her eyes once more, it was like the almighty had answered the prayers from her inner thoughts. Lo and behold, there was nobody around her—the shadows were gone, like memories of past and the hands that held her had dissolved into nothingness and her injuries had been completely healed like nothing had happened.
Sora sat up, her breath hitched as cold beads of sweat began to fall from her head.
"Sora!," a voice echoed from the abyss, sounding familiar—almost masculine but puny.
Sora rose to her feet, glancing around to see where the voice could be coming from, suddenly she felt a cold hand grab her shoulder follower by a distorted sound, like a mix of men, women and children,
"Sora, are you okay? Sora Miregale"
Sora swiftly turned, hoping what she was hearing wasn't what she was going to see but she was wrong, and she was happy about it.
