บท 65: Chapter Sixty-five

In the quiet confines of Ariana's chamber, Michael, the healer renowned for his patience and skill, sat at her bedside, his gaze unwavering, his expression gentle yet determined as he observed her. Ariana lay still, her features etched with the burden of her fragmented memories.

With a soft exhale, Michael broke the silence, "Now can you remember all that happened, Ariana?" Michael asked softly, his voice gentle yet probing.

Ariana sighed, her frustration evident in the lines of her face as she shook her head. "It's all… hazy," she murmured, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "I can't seem to grasp onto anything… it's like trying to catch smoke with my bare hands."

Michael's heart ached at her words, his own frustration mirroring hers as he struggled to find a way to help her. "We'll figure this out, Ariana," he assured her, his voice tinged with determination. "But if we're going to help you regain your memories, we need to start somewhere."