That night Shiro had a familiar dream. She was laying on her bed and everyone was around her. Nan Tian and Edvimar were in the room next to them as a figure appeared.
She couldn't do anything as she watched the two of them get smashed around like sand bags. The strangeness of his technique and the absolute dominance he showed was engraved into Shiro's mind.
Watching her come towards the room, Shiro would fight back but after having the same dream over and over again, she didn't do anything anymore. She just wanted the dream to be over.
She didn't know how many times it's been now. How many times she watched Isilia get captured and taken away from her.
'Are you giving up?' A faint voice echoed as Shiro hesitated but just blocked out all the sound and closed her eyes.
