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A renewed sense of hope coursed through my veins.
I dared a glance towards Thillak, seeking reassurance, wanting him to know I still fought.
His eyes, filled with concern and pride, locked onto mine.
The connection between us felt stronger, a bond that no force, natural or supernatural, could ever hope to sever.
But for now, the battle was far from over.
The effects of the potion, its true purpose and power, remained to be seen.
Whatever was to come, one thing was certain: I was not going down without a fight.
The last sensation before the world around me blurred was the delightful dance of the potion on my palate, a beacon of hope and strength in the face of impending doom.
* * *
The tang of iron was sharp on my tongue as I tasted the blood from where the glass had sliced my lip.
The bitter-sweet juxtaposition of Mina’s potion and my own life essence was a grounding sensation in a world that seemed to be disintegrating around me.
I could feel the tight, cold grasp of the creature’s hand on my arm, squeezing harder as if trying to sap out whatever spirit I had left.
The potion — what had it done?
Was it all for nothing?
Did I sacrifice a chance for comfort in my last moments for a mere placebo?
Doubt seeped in, spreading a cold chill down my spine.
The room seemed to spin as I felt the weight of my dwindling life force bearing down on me.
I was exhausted, and the once fierce determination was replaced with an ever-encroaching numbness.
Thillak’s face, however, offered a stark contrast.
It was a map of determination and relentless spirit.
Every sinew of his body was tensed, every muscle strained against the bonds, the very cords that were cutting so deeply into his skin, drawing blood that gleamed wetly in the dim light.
He looked formidable, a force of nature, refusing to bow even in the most dire of circumstances.
His eyes, despite the situation, still held a glint of hope.
It was those eyes that beckoned me, urging me to dive deep within myself, to pull out memories, recollections — anything that might give us a glimmer of hope.
“Remember,” his voice, strained yet compelling, echoed in my mind.
It was a plea, an order, and an expression of faith all rolled into one.
Remember everything.
My vision blurred as I attempted to push past the fog in my mind, diving deep into the recesses of memories, both recent and long forgotten.
But it was hard.
So hard.
