Chapter 150: Ghosts of the Past

Elara’s POV

I stared at Lyra, my throat constricting so tightly I could barely speak.

"I... You're not real," I finally managed, my voice barely above a whisper. "You're not..."

The words caught in my throat, refusing to come out.

Lyra smiled gently, almost amused by my struggle.

"What you're trying to say is that I'm dead, right?"

Hearing her say it sent a shock through my system. I shook my head