"No! This is my body!" Olivia gritted her teeth, her entire being screamed in defiance. She could feel Eritrea pushing harder, a relentless force clawing at her soul. The golden fire coiled around her like a serpent, pressing into her chest, suffocating her thoughts, suffocating her will.
"Let me in!" Eritrea's voice was sharp, commanding.
"I said NO!" Olivia roared, pain lacing her words. She wasn't just going to surrender—not like this, not when everything had already been taken from her. She had lost her strength, her freedom, her power… and now, even her body? No. She would fight.
Her vision blurred, her consciousness flickering between the golden expanse of her mind and the wasteland where her real body was dying. She saw Little White, burned and unconscious, his once-powerful frame weakened, fading. He needed her.
And yet, her own body betrayed her. The fire crawled up her skin, burning not just her flesh but her very being.
