Chapter one hundred and Ninety

On the island where Rhys lay trapped, a being covered in pure light tended to his motionless form. Her essence, a radiant white glow, enveloped his body, infusing him with an inner energy that seemed to pulse with an otherworldly power. The air around them shimmered with an intense, golden light, as if the very fabric of reality was being transformed by her presence.

A year had passed since Rhys’ tragic fall down the cliff, yet he remained stuck in a comatose state, his body broken, his spirit adrift. The being’s concern grew with each passing day, her anxiety palpable as she struggled to understand why Rhys’ recovery was taking so long. With a gentle, whispery voice, she spoke to Rhys, urging him to awaken. “Aren’t you going to wake up soon? How long am I going to keep healing you?.”

As she continued to channel her energy into Rhys, a faint, flickering glow began to emanate from his core. She sensed that Rhys’ inner spirit was finally beginning to stir. Just as progress seemed within