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KING’S LUNA CHAPTER 90.

ESMERALDA STONE (RANIA)’S POV.

I felt like I was floating, or lost in an abyss with no hope for waking up or hope to see the light of the new day.

Waking up felt like pushing through thick fog, but I refused to stay trapped in that haze. I could not explain why but there was this deep feeling within me that nudged me to push till I wake up, as if I needed to do so, desperately. My mind was sharp, even if my body wasn’t cooperating yet. The ache in my muscles was intense, but it was a reminder that I was still here, still alive, still fighting, my memories at that moment had not quite registered in yet, but I was aware. The pain had become a constant companion—something I’d learned to manage, not something that would defeat me. It could not, I just know it.

The room was quiet, the air still, and as I blinked my eyes open, the light was harsh at first, it felt like a difficult task to overcome. I welcomed the sting, though—it grounded me and kept me in place,