Skye POV
I struggled to draw in a breath, my lungs tightening, but I fought to stay calm. Chaos's voice echoed in my mind, grounding me. Though I sensed his worry, he remained composed. However, it seemed that my words were no longer reaching him. Desperate pleas filled my mind, urging me to respond, but my voice fell on deaf ears. Gasping for air, I strained to reconnect with my powers.
Then, a strange sensation washed over me, a peculiar warmth radiating from within. In that moment, fresh air flooded my lungs, as if nothing was wrong. "It's our mark, Skye," Nyx’s voice whispered in my mind. "We are drawing strength from Chaos. We can heal and support each other, even from a distance."
"Then we must focus on aiding him as well." I responded. Silence hung in the air as Rook and his c
