That night.
Other continent.
Zeyrinda woke up with a sharp gasp, sitting up in bed, her face pale and drenched in cold sweat. Her chest heaved as she tried to steady her breathing, her hands gripping the blanket tightly.
She glanced to her side. Julius was sleeping peacefully, naked beside her, his breathing slow and steady.
She slipped out of bed slowly, her bare feet touching the cold floor. Her body was still glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, her skin warm from the nightmare. She reached for a thin, silk robe draped over a nearby chair, slipping it over her shoulders. The fabric was sheer and revealing, clinging to her curves as she tied it loosely at her waist.
She walked slowly toward the window, her steps silent, and gazed up at the night sky.
...
Years ago.
"Huff… huff…"
Shit, shit, shit!
The executioner is here!
She kept running, her heart pounding as she used her power to summon countless magical beasts to slow down the chaser.
