"Ancestor?"
Riona muttered the name, uncertain. This was Florian's subconscious—no one else should have access, not even the ancestor. Was she hallucinating?
"It's me," the Fallen One said.
The confirmation only deepened her confusion.
"How—?" She glanced around, struggling to understand. "This is Florian's subconscious. You shouldn't be here."
From the darkness, the creature's arm lunged toward her. She threw herself backward, crashing to the ground. Crawling away took immense effort—she had only one working arm and one leg. The separated arm and leg would eventually recover. She knew that. But the healing process would be long.
But she didn't have time to wait. The pain was unbearable, tearing through her like fire. She groaned with every movement.
"I felt your power fading," the Fallen One said, voice cool and accusing. "Why haven't you used your Blood Moon power? Only that can kill the demon. Your usual strength is useless."
