Chapitre 73: Eternal

I tried to move my left arm.

It wasn't there.

I could still feel it—its absence, the phantom sensation of it—but when I looked, the space where it should have been was empty, a void in its place.

I had sacrificed my arm—my limb—at the cost of my own survival, to make the illusion, real.

I looked to the corner of the room. She was there, like always.

'She's…back..'

I tried to sit up, my muscles aching with the effort, but every movement felt like I was dragging myself through water, thick and heavy. My body was exhausted beyond belief. The weariness in my bones was so deep it felt like it would never leave.

"LINK!"

In an instant, the bunker's 16 door opened and he ran through them and kneeled in front of me. My hair was overgrown down to knees and my beard thick.