Chapter 1291

"Levi! Help me! Levi!" The desperate cries of a young girl echoed relentlessly in Levi's mind. As he jolted awake from the nightmare, he was surrounded by darkness. In the complete darkness, he felt drained, so he leaned back against the headboard as he struggled to catch his breath. Fragments of a memory—vivid and blurred all at once—kept surfacing. "Levi! Hold my hand!" "Levi! Carry me!” Levi… Levi… A soft, innocent voice seemed to drift in from a distance, as if she was there in front of him once again. "Levi!" Levi opened his eyes, feeling like he'd been transported back in time. It was summer. The garden was filled with the scent of fresh grass, and fishes playfully darted around in the pond. Sunlight bathed the yard, warming everything in its gentle glow. Back then, he was just 11 years old. In front of him stood a little girl who was tugging on his sleeve. Her doll-like cheeks were soft and pink as she called out to him in her small, eager voice. Levi crouche