In a dark, dimly lit room, the air was thick with tension. A glass case stood at its center, encasing a motionless human girl. Her delicate features were framed by the soft glow of the containment's inner lights, and her stillness gave the impression of eternal peace. Ryuzin, beside the case, his cheek pressed against the cold glass. The frost bit into his skin, painting his cheek a faint blue, but he remained unmoved, his focus entirely on her serene face.
"Shion," he whispered, his voice trembling with a mixture of reverence and desperation. "You're so beautiful. Oh, Shion…" His hand rested lightly on the glass, as though the contact might bridge the unspoken distance between them.
A bitter chuckle escaped him, his lips curling into a faint, sardonic smile. "You know," he murmured, his gaze never leaving her face, "I fought this Kai-user few weeks ago. He was brave, really brave." His voice softened, the memory fleeting like a whisper of wind.
