For a moment, Liliana let herself get lulled by the warmth, by the light. It felt...soft. Like her mother's hands on her face, that year she had the fever and everything had hurt, except her mother's hands.

And then she felt it. The cold. The bone-chilling cold. The hallmark of the Void. It was reaching for her, from behind the light. This wasn't healing.

This was death.

She was on the precipice of the Void and Stark had come to knock her through it. Her body seized and she tried to look to Ignis, to Gladio, to let them know what was happening, but she was so cold, so slow already--

But she wasn't alone.