As the clash of red and white energy raged within the eerie expanse of the White Realm, I knew—I was too late to stop anything before it spiraled out of control.
The atmosphere itself was in turmoil.
Cold.
Then hot.
Fluctuating between extremes, as if the very fabric of the realm couldn't decide its own nature.
My steps cut through the battlefield, carving a path of destruction.
Anything that stood in my way—died.
I had only one goal.
Alice.
She was barely holding on, her body battered, her soul fraying at the edges.
The moment our eyes met, I saw it—
Relief.
That flicker of comfort, the unspoken words behind her exhausted gaze—
But before she could say anything, before she could drown me in her worries, I silenced her with a warm, reassuring smile.
"Ril—"
She barely whispered my name.
-Phuck!
With a precise, gentle strike to the side of her neck, I ensured she lost consciousness immediately.
Comfortably. Painlessly.
