Chapter 292 Who Are You? {2}

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It came from nowhere, and yet it felt as though it had always been there, coiled in the shadows, waiting. The thing twisted in the sky above the garden like a writhing mass of darkness that defied the natural order. It moved like a living nightmare, its form shifting and pulsing as if it were alive. The moment it touched the air, a suffocating weight descended, pressing down on Nyra's chest like a vice. Pain. Sorrow. Anguish. It wasn't just a feeling; it was an invasion. A tidal wave of despair crashed over her, drowning her in emotions that weren't her own. Her breath hitched, her knees buckled, and tears streamed down her face before she could even comprehend why. Her body trembled, every nerve alight with a raw, primal fear. "W-what is this...?" She gasped with her voice being barely a whisper, choked by the oppressive force in the air. The Lady in White stood beside her, serene as ever, though a faint glimmer of something like fondness? Amusement? flickered in her eyes. She sighed softly, as if scolding a mischievous child. "Oh my, what a naughty child," she murmured, her voice tone being almost affectionate. With a graceful wave of her hand, a shimmering dome of silver energy erupted around them, a barrier of light against the encroaching darkness. The air within the dome felt lighter and safer, but Nyra's heart still pounded in her chest. She then could hear a sound... an scream. Not just any scream, a shattering, soul-rending wail that seemed to tear through the fabric of reality itself. The air cracked, splintering like glass, as shockwaves erupted from the heart of the darkness. They rippled outward, roaring like thunder, each one more violent than the last. The ground beneath Nyra's feet trembled, and the garden around them seemed to wither, the vibrant colors leaching away into gray. And in the center of it all, something began to take shape.@@@@ Humanoid, but wrong. Twisted. Its form was tall and imposing, its silhouette jagged and unnatural. Long, black wings unfurled from its back, stretching wide to blot out the sky. Its body pulsed with shadow, tendrils of black energy writhing around it like serpents, coiling and uncoiling in a grotesque dance. The air around it shimmered with heat, as if the very fabric of existence was burning away. It threw back its head. And screamed again. There, lying amidst the shattered remnants of darkness, was a man. His features were familiar... achingly so. His face, once twisted in agony, was now calm, though pale and worn. His long, dark hair framed his face, and his chest rose and fell with steady breaths. The black wings that had once blotted out the sky were gone, replaced by the faintest shimmer of light. Nyra's eyes widened as recognition flooded her. Her knees nearly gave way, and she stumbled forward, her voice barely a whisper. "It's... it's you." The Lady in White smiled softly, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Yes, my dear. It's him. And now, it's time to bring him back." Rex lay still with his eyes closed, his breathing shallow but steady. He looked peaceful, as if he were merely sleeping, though the faint lines of exhaustion etched into his face told a different story. Nyra's heart raced as she stared at him with a whirlwind of emotions crashing over her. Without thinking, she rushed forward and dropped to her knees beside him, pulling him into a tight, desperate hug. "What are you doing here!?" she cried, her voice trembling with a mix of relief and panic. "Or more like, are you dead too!? What about Lyra? What happened!?" Her words tumbled out in a frantic rush as she cradled his head against her chest, her arms wrapped around him as if she could shield him from the world. Rex's voice, weak but unmistakably his, broke through her torrent of questions. "Nyra... I can't breathe. Can you please... remove your chest?" He mumbled, his words muffled against her. Despite his exhaustion and the pain etched into his every movement, a faint hint of his usual dry humor lingered in his tone. He might have been too worn out to fully appreciate the situation, but the faintest flicker of a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. Nyra's face flushed, but before she could respond, the Lady in White intervened. With a graceful wave of her hand, the silver chains and white flowers that had restrained Rex dissolved into shimmering light. The sudden release of his weight caught Nyra off guard, and she toppled backward onto the soft bed of white flowers with Rex collapsing on top of her. "Erm... I... what?" Nyra stammered, her mind short-circuiting as she found herself pinned beneath him. Rex's head rested heavily on her chest, his face buried in the soft fabric of her clothing. Her arms flailed awkwardly for a moment before she finally settled, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. But Rex's next words shattered any lingering awkwardness, replacing it with a deep, aching sorrow. "I'm sorry, Nyra," he murmured, his voice barely audible. "I caused your death... I don't even have the face to see Lyra." His words were heavy with guilt, each one weighed down by the burden of his actions. He tried to push himself up, his arms trembling with the effort, but his body was too exhausted to cooperate. Before he could struggle further, Nyra's arms wrapped around him again, pulling him back down. "Stop it," she said firmly, her voice cracking with emotion. "Just... stop. You're here now. That's all that matters." Her grip tightened, as if she could somehow transfer her feelings to him through the embrace.

Chapter 292 Who Are You? {2}

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