Lysander stumbled out of the forest, coughing up blood that splattered onto the snow. His glasses, still clutched in his trembling hand, were smeared with crimson, but miraculously unbroken. With a pained grunt, he yanked the demon's sword from his abdomen, the sound of tearing flesh echoing through the air. His knees buckled, and he dropped to the ground.
Thea's gasp cut through the silence, her eyes wide with surprise. "What happened to you?"
Kaito's smirk was a stark contrast to her concern. He sauntered over, picked up his sword, and it vanished into thin air. Without a word, he turned and walked away, the ocean shore beckoning.
Lysander spat out blood, groaning as he struggled into a sitting position. Thea's two-colored eyes locked onto his, filled with concern.
"You are a mess," she said, her wings fluttering gently, leaving trails of sparkling green light.
