"Sir!" Rosa screamed, her voice cracking with despair as she watched Gojaro's form disappear into the debris. She barely had time to react before the boy turned his attention to her, the sinister melody of his flute filling the air once more.
"Move!" V shouted, his voice strained as he leaped forward, trying to intercept the boy's next attack. But the boy was too fast, too powerful. He flicked his wrist, and a wave of dark energy exploded from the flute, barreling toward V with lethal intent.
V braced himself, but the force of the energy was overwhelming. It slammed into him, sending him flying across the street, his body skidding to a stop as he struggled to rise.
Rosa gritted her teeth, her heart pounding as she faced the boy alone. This is it, she thought, every instinct screaming at her to run, but she stood her ground. We have to hold on. We have to give Gojaro a chance to recover.
