Claire's lifeless form collapsed without a sound, the light in her eyes fading with a cold finality. Her body lay still, her once-brilliant aura extinguished, leaving behind only an empty shell.
A silent gasp echoed in the mindscape. Azzy, trapped within his own consciousness, screamed in horror and despair, his soul writhing in anguish. But his body was unable to break free from the hold Tellus had on him. Or atleast, not yet.
In the waking world, Tellus—still holding Azzy's body captive—raised his hand. Within his palm was a golden, oval-shaped gem, pulsating with a radiant, ethereal light—The Jewel of Light
