"!!"
Before Miyuki could even blink, the head of the stubborn shadow was severed, shooting forward at the speed of sound, while its shadowy body crumbled lifelessly to the floor.
Even as it collapsed, there was no noise—no crash, no scream. It had been utterly destroyed in less than a second, incapable of defending itself.
How could something perish in such a pitiful manner?
It was like witnessing the abrupt end of a protagonist in a story—one who never had the chance to spread his wings, to grow, or to fulfill his potential before being snuffed out.
What if she had continued walking blindly forward, unaware of the danger ahead?
The thought chilled her to the core. She would have undoubtedly experienced the same anticlimactic end, reduced to nothingness before she even realized what had happened.
Her heart hammered relentlessly.
Th-thump! Th-thump!
