"Raven..."
"Raven..."
A familiar voice drifted through the darkness, calling his name.
Softly.
Gently.
Like a distant memory.
At first, there was only one voice.
Then another joined it.
And another.
Until countless voices echoed around him, overlapping one another in the endless darkness.
"Raven..."
"Raven..."
"Raven..."
A face slowly emerged before him.
His mother.
Beautiful and gentle, just as he remembered her.
Then another face appeared.
His father.
His younger siblings.
Friends.
Companions.
Servants from the castle.
Knights who had once trained beside him.
One after another, familiar faces emerged from the darkness, watching him in silence.
For a brief moment, they looked exactly as they had in his memories.
Then everything changed.
Blood began to stain their skin.
His mother's throat was suddenly covered in crimson.
A servant girl's face twisted in terror as flames consumed her.
A knight fell to his knees with an arrow buried in his eye.
