Lucian, his stoic facade now replaced by a hint of concern, swiftly knelt beside Camila, his strong arms supporting her. "Camila, what happened?" he asked, his voice laced with worry.
Camila, her wide eyes locked on Meirah, could only stammer incomprehensible words. She appeared to be in a state of shock, her gaze fixed on Meirah as though she had seen a ghost or some unspeakable horror.
Camila, still trembling on the floor, pointed a trembling finger at Meirah's face. She couldn’t believe that Meirah was still alive. She wondered if she was real or a ghost.
If she was real, she would be doomed. Her carefully devised plan and her hard work to get back what she was would be ruined and turned into ashes. She can’t let that happen.
"Th-this... it's you," Camila stammered, her voice strain
