•Firera's Dimension•
[Firera's POV]
"Ovelia." I tried again, my voice a focused beam of intent cast into the turbulent, static-filled sea of her consciousness. Silence. Not even a ripple of acknowledgment. My words, which had always traveled the clear, silent conduit of our shared soul-space, now fell into a dead, muffled void, as if swallowed by thick felt.
Is it because she is panicking? No. That wasn't the full truth. I had been trying to reach her since the moment she was separated from Ace, my silent guidance a constant, steady whisper beneath the rising tide of her fear. This felt different. Our connection wasn't merely being drowned out; it was being actively, artificially suppressed. A wall had been erected.
I looked down at my own hands, shimmering with a faint, ethereal light against the endless, pearlescent white of my personal dimension. This was no simple emotional overload. A veil had been drawn—thin, cunning, and utterly impermeable. An external interference.
