The world was crimson.
And she was a shadow of nothingness, being devoured by a suffocating numbness that clawed through her mind and her soul―everything else was a distant echo, falling, fading.
She closed her eyes, and her curled fists trembled as a lone tear trailed down her eye. She could feel Kazmun's breath on her neck, strained and weaker every moment. But she was frozen, she could not move.
'What have you done?'
Some heavy steps soon broke the silence, and they froze soon after.
Alyssane silently glanced at the knights. Every one of them stared back with raw terror in their eyes―one nearly fell, he had to place a hand against the gate for support.
But none of them said anything.
They did not ask what happened, they did not dare waste a single moment before hurrying towards Kazmun.
