"Why won't he just wake up?"
The girl's voice cracked with exhaustion and worry.
Her hair, now completely transformed to a vibrant pink, her golden eyes-another recent change-never left the unconscious young man lying motionless on the infirmary bed. Two months. Two entire months he had been trapped in this unnatural sleep, and she was running out of hope.
Physically, he appeared perfect.
He was perfectly healthy, and even his manacore was intact.
Yet something was terribly wrong.
She had tried everything within her power, even reaching through the soul connection they shared. But each time she tried to touch his consciousness, she met only silence. It was as if he had simply... vanished from within his own body.
"... Ryan," Nelia whispered, her voice heavy with pain and helplessness.
