The Transmigrated Author-Chapter 293: A Long Dream

"I'm sorry," she whispered instead, her eyelids growing unexpectedly heavy.

The exhaustion of their journey, the warmth of his proximity, and the gentle rhythm of his breathing combined to create an irresistible pull toward

sleep.

She fought against it, determined to stay awake, to be present for him in this rare moment of vulnerability. But her body betrayed her, her consciousness slipping away like water through cupped hands...

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Valencia blinked and realized she was no longer on the rooftop but lying on the worn couch in the safe house.

Around her, the others were still sleeping, their bodies were barely visible in the dim pre-dawn light filtering through the boarded windows.

"Did I fall asleep? Ah... I messed it up again..." she murmured to herself, heat rising to her cheeks.

She sat up slowly, feeling embarrassed from last nights talk.

She'd meant to keep Rel company during his watch, to show support, and instead she'd fallen asleep on his shoulder like a child.

He must have carried her back down to the safe house. The thought only intensified her mortification.

Valencia rubbed her eyes, surprised by how exhausted she still felt despite having slept.

Her limbs were unusually heavy, and a persistent fog clouded her thoughts.

Perhaps the stress of their journey was finally catching up with her.

She lay back down, just for a moment, she told herself.

Just until the strange fatigue passed.

"Everyone up! We move in thirty minutes!"

Rel's voice cut through her consciousness.

Valencia opened her eyes, startled to find the safe house now bustling with activity.

Jan was checking his sword, Bazz adjusting his gauntlets, while Camila distributed supplies among the group.

How long had she been out? It felt like only seconds had passed.

She rose quickly, reaching for her katana, when suddenly—

CRASH!

The floor beneath her feet was no longer the worn planks of the safe house but cold stone. Valencia pivoted, her blade already drawn as a massive creature scuttled toward her from the shadows.

Its body was arachnid-like, with eight segmented legs supporting a bulbous abdomen that glistened with some toxic substance.

WHOOSH!

Valencia spun, her blade slicing through the air as she confronted the spider-like monstrosity.

Its eight eyes gleamed with malevolent intelligence, mandibles clicking in anticipation.

She dodged as one barbed leg stabbed toward her chest.

"What is this? Where am I?" she gasped, disoriented by the sudden change in surroundings.

The creature lunged again, forcing her into a defensive stance.

As she parried its attacks, something strange began to happen.

Whispers floated through the chamber, seemingly emanating from nowhere and everywhere at once.

"Let him go... let him go..."

The voices were soft yet insistent, like a chorus of ghosts pleading from beyond a veil.

Valencia shook her head, trying to clear it as she ducked beneath the spider's massive abdomen and slashed upward.

"Who's there?" she called out, but the whispers only grew more urgent.

"Let him go... you must let him go..."

A wave of nausea swept through her as the stone chamber began to shimmer and distort around her.

The spider creature dissolved into shadows, and suddenly she found herself in a different scene entirely.

Beneath her, a masked figure lay prone on cold stone, her katana pressed against their throat.

She could feel tears streaming down her face, hot and uncontrollable.

Her hand trembled as she held the blade, her heart pounding so hard it threatened to burst from her chest.

"Why am I crying?" she wondered, bewildered by her own emotions.

The mask covering her opponent's face seemed familiar somehow, though she couldn't place it.

The whispers returned, more insistent now.

"Let him go, Valencia. He's not yours to keep."

The scene wavered again, colors bleeding into one another like watercolors in the rain.

When her vision cleared, she was staring at a mirror image of herself… a girl with the same blonde hair, the same red eyes, but with an expression of profound sadness.

"You have to let him go," her doppelgänger said softly. "For both your sakes."

Valencia reached out toward her reflection.

"I don't understand. Let who go?"

But before her fingers could touch the other Valencia, the world tilted sickeningly, colors swirling into a vortex that pulled her down, down, down...

GASP!

Valencia bolted upright on the sofa, her body drenched in sweat, chest heaving as she gulped air like someone who'd been underwater too long.

The safe house was quiet around her, the others still sleeping peacefully in the pre-dawn gloom.

Her hands flew to her face, finding it wet with tears she didn't remember shedding.

Her heart raced painfully against her ribs, and her stomach churned with residual nausea from... whatever that had been.

"A dream?"

Valencia blinked hard.

As she swung her legs to the floor, something warm pulsed against her thigh.

Valencia reached into her pocket with shaking fingers and withdrew the crystalline shard they had collected from the Golden Scales territory.

The fragment glowed with an intense inner light, pulsing in perfect rhythm with her racing heartbeat.

Brilliant colors swirled within its translucent depths, not just reflecting the dim light of the safe house, but generating its own luminescence from within.

"It's never done this before," she murmured, turning the shard in her palm.

The moment her skin made full contact with the crystal, images flooded her mind and she saw fragments of memories that weren't her own.

A battlefield with bodies, a manuscript filled with elegant handwriting, a man standing alone atop a tower, and another man laying against the ground.

Valencia nearly dropped the shard, startled by the intensity of the visions.

The crystal seemed almost alive in her hand, vibrating with purpose, trying desperately to communicate something beyond her comprehension.

"Aren't they supposed to be fragments that help us leave this place?" she remembered Rel saying during their meal.

But he'd never mentioned they could show visions or memories.

She carefully wrapped the shard in a piece of cloth and tucked it away.

The pulsing subsided somewhat, but she could still feel its warmth against her leg, like a living thing seeking her attention.