Chapter 93: Goodbye?

Maya Moments passed that felt like hours, each second crawling with dread as I knelt beside Stella, my hands trembling as I tried to stop the relentless flow of blood. Her face had paled to an almost ghostly hue, each breath a shallow, labored gasp that seemed to drain what little life she had left. Every time her eyelids fluttered, fear seized my heart—I was losing her. The dead bodies of our friends lay scattered around us, staining the battlefield with the cruel truth of our losses. My tears had no end. What was I going to do? Would this fight ever stop? And even if it did, would anything ever be the same? No, I knew the answer, a bitter certainty settling in my bones. These memories—the lifeless bodies of those I loved, their final expressions twisted with pain and desperation—would haunt me forever, etched into my mind like an inescapable scar. “Stella, please, just hold on a little longer,” I whispered, barely able to keep the panic from my voice, though I was already breaking. “