Yuuto stood at the edge of the Li family estate, his silver eyes glowing with a intensity as he gazed out over the sprawling grounds.
The manor, with its towering walls and elegant gardens, was no more. What had once been a symbol of power and wealth had been reduced to nothing but drifting particles of light, floating upwards like stardust caught in the night wind.
Each shard of the estate—every brick, every ornament, every trace of the Li family's legacy—crumbled away into the ether, vanishing before his eyes. It was as though the very essence of the manor had been unmade, dissolving into a gentle radiant specks that drifted, aimless and free, into the vast expanse of the night sky.
He remained perfectly still, not a single muscle in his body moving, as the winds whispered through the remains of the estate.
With a sudden smile curling at the corner of his lips, he spoke to no one in particular.
