Chapter 29

When Nyssa stirred awake, the first thing she noticed was the sterile scent of herbs and antiseptic. The ceiling above her was unfamiliar, pale white, and lined with faint cracks. The air was heavy with quiet, the kind of silence that follows after chaos.

She tried to sit up, but her body felt as though it had been drained of all strength. Only fragments of memory returned to her—pain, blinding an