Chapter 229: The White Room
A sharp pain pounded against Liora’s skull.
Her eyes fluttered open slowly, vision blurry and filled with light. Everything around her was bright—too bright. White walls. White ceiling. White floor. It wasn’t just bright—it was empty and silent.
She tried to move, but her body didn’t respond.
Her arms were locked in place, bound by thick metallic cuffs that glowed faintly with a strange energy. Her legs were restrained too. She was seated on a silver chair floating a few feet above the ground, suspended in midair without wires or support. The chair didn’t wobble. It didn’t shake. It simply... hovered.
Panic crept in slowly, like ice crawling beneath her skin.
Her head throbbed again—waves of dizziness crashing down on her senses. For a long moment, she couldn’t even tell who she was, let alone where she was. It was like someone had pulled a curtain over her thoughts. Her throat burned, dry and scratchy like she hadn’t had water in days.
She licked her lips but her mouth was too dry. Her breathing became shallow.
"Wh... where am I..." she whispered weakly, her voice barely audible.
Her chest rose and fell faster as she looked around the strange room. There were no doors. No windows. Just seamless, glowing white walls. The air felt too clean. Sterile. It reminded her of an artificial chamber, like a lab—meant to hold something, or someone.
Suddenly, her heart dropped.
She tried to pull at the restraints, struggling against the cuffs around her wrists, but they didn’t even budge. No matter how hard she fought, she couldn’t move an inch. Her strength was gone. Her power felt like it had been sealed.