"She's…alive."
Selene sat with her back against a large boulder just beyond the forest's edge, looking incredibly pale and fatigued. Her clothing was still torn and bloodstained from where the branch-spikes had impaled her.
"Selene...?" Moon's voice came out hoarse, disbelieving. "You're alive? How?!"
Selene looked up at the sound of his voice, and relief flooded her exhausted face. Her worried expression softened when she saw Moon walking out safely.
"I managed to get just enough lives from the countless trees," she explained, her voice weak but steady. "All those Rotten Pines we burned...they gave me enough lives. Just barely enough for a single revival."
A weak smile formed on her face, though Moon could see the tremor in her hands, the way she leaned heavily against the boulder as if standing was impossible.
"I'm completely out of gas now, no mana left. No stamina. And..." her smile became slightly bitter, "no more lives. But I'm here."
