Mrs. Connie felt herself sinking and drifting in darkness, countless scenes flashing through her mind—every one of them a warm memory of time spent with her son, Riven.
But suddenly, those tender scenes shattered into countless fragments, until only one image remained.
The usually gentle Knight Riven wore a savage, evil expression as he raised his longsword high and slashed down at her without mercy—
Mrs. Connie abruptly opened her eyes.
Her forehead was drenched in sweat, and she panted heavily, taking a long while to calm down from what she had just seen.
"Was that a dream?" Mrs. Connie murmured softly. But just then, a familiar voice sounded beside her. "Mrs. Connie, are you all right?"
Mrs. Connie turned her head and saw Alex, dressed in a white divine robe, standing by her side without her knowing when he had arrived.
"Alex, why are you..." Mrs. Connie had been about to ask how he had gotten into her home, but as she tried to prop herself up in bed, she suddenly discovered something horrifying—she seemed unable to feel her left hand.
As if suddenly remembering something, she raised her remaining half of an arm. Looking at the empty space where her left hand should have been, countless memories instantly flashed through her mind: the mountain forest at night, and the two people who had pursued her!
"My left hand... Riven... Camelot..." Mrs. Connie muttered blankly.
Alex asked, "Mrs. Connie, can you tell me what happened? Your left hand... how did it disappear?"
Mrs. Connie hesitated before turning back to him. "Can you help me sit up?"
Alex helped Mrs. Connie sit up in bed. Only then did she get the chance to look around, and she realized she was not at home, but inside a cramped wooden cabin.
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