The sensation coursing through Lunara's body was strange beyond description.
There was pain.
Sharp, tearing pain that scraped against her soul.
Yet intertwined within it was a peculiar exhilaration. A lightness. A release that felt almost intoxicating.
As time passed, her body began to tremble uncontrollably.
A faint cry escaped her lips before she could suppress it.
The sound echoed softly within the ruin.
When she realized she had lost composure, a blush crept up from her neck to her cheeks. Sweat soaked her robes and rolled down her temples in heavy droplets.
Ethan kept his eyes closed, his expression solemn.
Several beads of sweat gathered on his own forehead.
The sudden tremor and sound from Lunara disrupted his concentration for a moment.
He spoke sharply.
"Hold on. I have found the contract pattern within your soul."
Lunara's breathing steadied instantly.
She inhaled deeply, clenched her palms tightly, and forced her body to remain still.
