The reddish sky had dimmed into violet shades, and the faint wind brushed past the trees that surrounded the city's entrance.
Elysia stood quietly, brushing the dust from her cloth while watching Jin and Edwin step out, their faces covered in sweat.
Cecelia rushed forward, eyes wide with relief.
"Jin, Edwin, you've returned safe," Cecelia said, exhaling deeply as if she had been holding her breath for hours.
Jin leaned against a nearby boulder, still trembling slightly.
"We… barely made it out," he muttered.
Elysia walked closer. "What happened inside?" she asked.
"It was… some kind of illusion," Jin replied, rubbing his face.
"I saw a battlefield—a war against demons. I was wearing a crown, leading soldiers… I don't know how, but it felt real. Every strike, every wound—it felt like I was living it."
Cecelia's face softened with understanding. "Just like what I saw," she said.
