They arrived at the cabin, the cold night air biting at their skin. Through the window, Morvane and Drevon could see Hiraya and Medas asleep, Medas holding Hiraya tightly as if to shield her from the world.
They entered the cabin quietly, their footsteps creaking softly on the wooden floor. As they moved closer, Hiraya's eyes fluttered open. She turned her head toward them, her gaze sharp and unwavering despite her grogginess.
"So," she said, her voice steady but cold, "who among you will kill me?"
Morvane froze, his throat tightening. "You know," he finally said, his voice a whisper, laced with pain.
Hiraya's lips curled into a bitter smile. "I was told about the prophecy. That the only way to stop it is to kill me. I tried to end it myself, but I couldn't. So… is it you?"
Morvane's eyes filled with tears. He tried to speak but could only manage a strangled apology. "I'm sorry," he choked. "I'm so sorry."
