The silence that reigned in the elf princess's bedroom, disturbed only by the residual humming of the magical barrier surrounding the residence.
The air, once saturated with the acrid smell of sulfur and demonic mana, was slowly beginning to purify, although an oppressive heaviness remained in every corner of the room. On the bed, Sierra Del Luna's body was shaken by a violent shudder, as if an electric shock had just passed through her nerves.
Suddenly, Sierra opened her eyes abruptly. Her moon-like pupils, once obscured by the darkness of Shaytan, instantly regained their characteristic silvery glow, although they were veiled by extreme confusion.
For her, the last ten years spent in the meanders of her own mind were not a dream, but an exhausting reality. She expected to see the red sky and the scorched plains of her mental domain, but she encountered only the sculpted ceiling of a bedroom and the dim light of the mana crystals.
