First Act 55: The Holy Sword 2

As Princess Christine slowly opened her eyes, the world around her seemed a chaotic mess of jumbled thoughts. 

A foggy blur clouded her senses, threatening to overwhelm her as if she were on the verge of nausea. 

The intense heat that enveloped her should have been discomforting, but paradoxically, she felt a strange welcome from the flames. 

It was as if she was being embraced by the warm hug of a mother, and the sensation was both peaceful and joyful, creating a sense of relaxation. 

Yet, her body quivered in defiance, rejecting the embrace that her senses seemed to be yearning for. 

It was a conflicting experience, a dissonance between the perceived warmth and the actual aversion she felt.

Her dragon eyes, usually a source of great power and clarity, intensified in their glare as she identified the source of her discomfort. 

Looking upward, she saw the sun, and above it, the saintess casting her benevolent gaze upon the world.