"They are not silent."
Shiro whispered.
A booming thunder echoed around her, the winds of restless storms whirled and howled. An endless darkness stretched above her, and her gaze slightly shifted towards a looming shadow at the far distance.
The silver in his hands was spread across her skin into deep gush of burning cinders.
She smiled, unsaid emotions and grief glistening in her eyes as she looked back at Azuma.
He couldn't see what she saw.
And so he clasped her hands and insisted, "No, come with me, Shiro! It will get worse here…."
She was not sure what else to say.
Once again those voices and visions tried to overlap with her reality. If she tells him the truth… how will he react?
Azuma's hold firmed around her, "You survived the mist before, and so did I. We can just cross it again!"
