"Is this the end?"
Tears slid down Alwina's face, their pearly glimmer stained with blood. Her knees trembled against the ground as she gazed at the unfathomable being before her, its doom-bearing form crushing both her mind and soul.
"I... I haven't done anything. I still haven't paid her back. I can't... No. This is too soon. Why must I die here?" She collapsed, sobbing and crying as if her end had already been decreed. "The happiness I've promised her. She'll never know. And neither will I. Why? Why—"
"Do not cower."
Meilyr's Mana flared in a brisk torrent, rising to the darkened skies akin to a beacon of silvery light. Its density was such that she felt its pulses all over her body, blanketing her in a cold, powerful embrace.
