She jolted awake, heart pounding, eyes wide with fear as she saw Lia floating mid-air.

“What do you mean?” she gasped, springing to her feet.

But Lia said nothing. His figure slowly faded away into the air, disappearing as if he had never been there. Then, without warning, a heavy drowsiness overcame her. Her limbs weakened, and within moments, she drifted into a deep sleep.

In her dream, she found herself chained in a dark, cold room. Iron cuffs bound her wrists, the metal biting into her skin. The silence was suffocating, broken only by the faint clink of chains.

Suddenly, footsteps echoed.

A woman approached, her smile stretching unnaturally wide across her face. Though her features were obscured by the shadows, her voice cut through the darkness with chilling clarity:

"You’re quite bold. Daring to lay a hand on my disciple? Let’s see how I deal with you."

The scene around her shifted in an instant.

She now stood in a hazy, distorted space. Before her were her parents and Edgar, her beloved brother. But instead of love, their eyes were filled with disgust and hatred.

“Hmph. You filthy girl. After tearing this family apart, you dare ask for our help now?” her mother hissed.

Brion stepped forward with a sneer:
“So, what should we do with her now? Maybe throw her into the dungeons and torture her until she dies?”

A group of people emerged from the shadows behind him, all dressed in black. They spoke in unison:

“As you command, Master.”

Terror gripped her. Her body trembled, her breath grew shallow.

Then everything changed again. Now, she saw Arina, unconscious, lying in a familiar room. In the corner, a girl in a dark cloak stood silently, her lips curling into a wicked smile.

“No matter what it takes... I’ll make everything that’s yours mine.”