As Dora stood there, he could feel the fracture within him growing deeper, intensified by the overwhelming surge of anger radiating from Candace.
It was a raw, searing anger, a manifestation of pure hatred that he had never encountered before, especially not from the dean.
Without thinking, he instinctively took a step back, his right irises flickering between a blazing yellow and fleeting moments of darkness.
- You were never the one they wanted.
"... Stop..."
While his left eye observed the dean, his right eye revealed images that he was not supposed to see. Freya, Mercy, Iris, all three girls wore expressions filled with anger.
- You should never have existed.
"... No."
"Why are you still here?"
Candace held the princess in her arms, her voice devoid of emotion as she spoke.
"You wanted to leave, didn't you? Go ahead, no one needs you here."
