As the gentle morning light filtered through the window, Makina's eyes blinked open.
The events of the previous day had left an indelible mark on her consciousness, and for a brief moment, she wondered if it had all been a vivid dream.
However, the reality of her surroundings quickly dispelled any doubt.
The soft sheets beneath her fingers, the faint rustle of curtains in the breeze, everything was real.
With a sigh, she pushed herself upright, her thoughts retracing the path that had led them to this point.
The onslaught of cultivators, Daniel's awe-inspiring display of power, all of it was etched into her memory like a vivid painting.
But dwelling on the past wouldn't propel them forward.
As she swung her feet to the side of the bed, Makina made a silent promise to herself, she wouldn't allow disbelief to hinder her progress.
The future beckoned, and she was determined to meet it head-on.