As Ember lay unconscious, strange memories flooded into her mind, memories that felt both familiar and unfamiliar.
She found herself in a garden she had never seen before. A tall man was watching her with a haggard expression.
Who?
The question surfaced in Ember's mind. Her memories only went back a few years, to when she had arrived in this city.
Ember was certain she had never met this man.
Suddenly, someone grabbed her hand and pulled her away. She turned to look at the figure holding her arm, but its face was terribly blurry.
Ember instinctively tried to resist, but she found that she was far too weak.
As she was pulled farther and farther away from the man, she vaguely saw him shielding a small figure behind his arm.
It was a little boy... Ember instinctively reached out, trying to grasp something.
But the scene before her vanished the next second, replaced by the face of an orange cat.
"You're awake?" A woman's voice came from inside the orange cat.
Ember suddenly sat up, and the orange cat sprang off her chest and landed on the other side.
She looked around at her surroundings. This was an unfamiliar space.
"You... what did you do?" The hair behind Ember's head transformed into tentacles again. She stared intently at the orange cat, looking ready to fight it.
"I saved you when you were about to turn into a cloud of mist. Don't I even get a thank-you?"
The woman's voice came from the orange cat again.
Ember looked down at her palm. Sure enough, her arm had changed from a translucent state back into something solid, and some of the energy within her had recovered.
It was not even one percent of her peak strength, but at least she was