"Please." Maya signaled to Sunlight to walk in front, drawing out her Tang Sword as if escorting a criminal to the execution ground.
Everyone followed to the edge of the safety zone, and when Sunlight looked back and was about to complain, the action-oriented Maya had already struck—three swift strikes, and Sunlight was beheaded, his head and body thudding to the ground. The system blurred the area of the wound and stopped the blood from spurting, making the scene seem not bloody, but particularly eerie.
Just like that, a couple that had arrived together departed with one left alone. It would surely lead to significant growth for both of them by the time they met again. This was the longest separation since they had been apart since elementary school, the last time merely a week. Would they remain steadfast in their beliefs, uphold their promises, or emerge entirely transformed, pursuing their own selves? Time would provide them with answers.
