"Annabelle!"
Celeste's voice was thick with worry as she called out. Panic clawed at her chest as she looked around, trying to make sense of what was happening.
Just moments ago, they had been under attack, surrounded by enemies. But then, without warning, their attackers had fled, leaving them in a sudden and eerie silence. It should have been a relief, but instead, it filled Celeste with a growing sense of dread.
She turned to Annabelle, who had been unharmed until now. But something was terribly wrong. Annabelle's skin had turned ashen, her entire body trembling uncontrollably. Her eyes fluttered as she muttered a name, barely audible.
"E–Edward…"
The sound of his name sent a shiver down Celeste's spine. She clenched her blade, her knuckles white. "Amael?!" She called out, her voice tight with fear. "Uncle! Please, take care of Anna!"
