Kyrian remained silent for a long time.
The echoes of the memories he had witnessed still resonated within his mind, every scene engraved with a clarity he knew would never fade.
Azhura'k's pain, the desperation of her struggle, and the violence of her imprisonment, all of it remained there, fresh and vivid, as though it had happened only moments ago.
His chest continued to rise and fall slowly as the emotions stirred by Azhura'k's memories finally began to settle.
The shared pain gradually faded, though not completely. There was a scar now, a mark left behind by the experience that would forever change the way he saw that creature.
She had left something behind. A new feeling that Kyrian had never expected to experience.
It was not merely pity. It was not the shallow compassion one feels for a suffering stranger. It was something deeper, more fundamental—a connection that transcended time and space, a bond forged through the sharing of immense pain.
