Chapter 168: Who Are You?

Thelma’s Perspective I lay quietly in the hard, cold cocoon, curled up as though I were a baby waiting to be born. Despite the stiffness of my surroundings, my heart was calm, and my face bore a serene expression. I felt like a child, stuffed and cradled, patiently awaiting the arrival of a new birthday. Golden specks of light began to seep out from beneath my skin, their glow soft and ethereal. These tiny lights, remnants of the purification runes, had completed their mission. I could feel them preparing to dissipate, their purpose fulfilled. But I didn’t want them to leave. Why couldn’t these gentle, moonlit engravings remain with me forever? Driven by my wish, the glowing fireflies settled onto my skin, sinking into my muscles and weaving themselves into my being. They were no longer just runes; they were like moths on the verge of flight, hidden deep within the golden-red glow of my blood. Content at last, I fell into a deep, peaceful slumber amidst the biting co