Yoora's legs gave out beneath her, her eyes slowly closing as her breathing grew shallow. The last thing she saw was Seojun's tall figure stepping forward through the fading light, then darkness gently took her.
Seojun moved quickly, catching her before she could fall completely. Her body was light, but she was burning with mana exhaustion—he could feel it through her skin. Without wasting time, he opened a rift with a swipe of his hand and stepped into the Ethereal Grounds, carrying her carefully.
The soft winds of the grounds blew through his coat as he stood in the open field, then with a quiet snap of his fingers, a white bed formed from light itself. It floated for a moment before settling gently on the ground. Seojun laid Yoora down slowly, brushing a bit of hair from her face as he watched her breathe softly, her chest rising and falling in uneven rhythm.
