The corridors of light had pulled each of them apart like strands unraveling, and one by one, Kyle's companions vanished into their chosen paths.
Silvy felt her heart tighten as the brilliance swallowed her whole, replacing the warmth of her comrades with the sterile chill of an endless white tunnel.
Her boots echoed against the smooth floor, each step swallowed by silence. The system's gentle pulse blinked in her vision, guiding her onward.
But then—without warning—the light stuttered.
The guiding glow froze mid-blink, then flickered into nothingness.
Silvy stopped. A cold prickle ran down her spine.
"…System?"
She asked aloud, but there was no answer.
Her fingers curled tighter around her bow. The silence pressed in on her, thick and heavy, and though instinct screamed at her to retreat, she shook her head.
'No. If Kyle can walk forward into danger without hesitation, then so can I.'
