"help me please..!" Leonardo screamed as the red hue dashed toward him. He knew this wasn't just a game anymore; he was about to die. After only three days in this new world, if there was some sort of leaderboard, he'd place dead last.
The figure behind him sighed, watching the scene unfold. The red hue—an ominous, swirling light—changed direction slightly, just enough to make a difference. Its trajectory shifted, though the change was subtle, it was clear to those watching.
The red light, which had almost struck Leonardo's face, veered at the last second. Adelaide, watching from the third floor, widened her eyes in shock as the light missed him by a hair's breadth. Her gaze fell to her husband standing near the fountain below. She dropped to her knees on the floor, tears filling her eyes as she called his name, voice shaky with emotion.
"Henri…" Her whisper was barely audible as she looked down.
