David drew a shuddering breath, his chest rising and falling in deliberate rhythm as he fought to steady his racing heart. The overwhelming pressure from the mysterious being had left its mark, his hands still trembled slightly, and the phantom weight of divine attention pressed against his consciousness like a half-remembered nightmare. Each heartbeat echoed in his ears, a drumbeat of mortality in a realm where such fragility seemed almost offensive.
Slowly, his gaze lifted to take in Nyxalia's form, and despite everything, he couldn't help but marvel at her ethereal beauty. Here in Seraphina's mindscape, freed from the golden chains that had bound her in their first encounter, she appeared as she truly was, a being of impossible contradictions.
