Silence descended upon the forest, a weighty tension hanging in the air. The forest is in disarray, the ground torn and ravaged from the intense battle.
Everyone stands there, frozen in place, their expressions a mix of emotions. Aya looking up eyes held no judgment, only compassion and understanding. Her gaze was a lifeline, an anchor amidst the turbulent sea of turmoil and anguish. She held no grudge against him, only a deep sadness, an aching longing for a happier time, a time when they were together, blissfully unaware of the horrors of the past.
"So, what will it be, my beloved? Me or them?" Kira's voice was a venomous hiss, her words laced with malice and spite.
Renzor's expression hardened, and his resolve steeled. He knew what he had to do, even if it tore him apart. He reached out and grabbed Kira by the back of her neck, his grip firm but gentle, pulling her closer to him.
