"Fe…licia…"
That voice.
Even though it's soft—trembling, barely louder than a whisper—it's unmistakable.
It's Morvena's voice.
The moment we hear it, our heart stops.
The world seems to hold its breath with us. Time pauses. Space stills. Even the darkness recoils into silence.
"You're here…" she says again, her voice quivering like the flame of a dying candle. "I'm… so glad…"
A faint smile blooms across her lips, delicate and fragile, like it might vanish if we look too hard. Tears slip from the corners of her eyes, sliding down her cheeks in slow, glistening trails. Her body trembles—though not from pain. It's something else.
Emotion.
And then it hits us.
A wave. No—a tidal wave of feeling crashes through our soul.
Confusion.
Happiness.
Joy.
Disbelief.
She spoke.
She actually spoke!
She's awake!
