The boss glanced down at the hole in her chest.
It wasn't regenerating anymore.
So this was the end.
Once again… she stood on the losing side of the stage.
A bitter smile curved across her lips as she looked up toward the hanging lights above.
She had thought this was a second chance.
A chance to perform again.
To try again.
To exist again.
And yet…
It had only been another futile act.
"Children of Grand Cathia, can you humour me?" She asked with a sad look in her eyes.
Her voice, tired.
"Do the nobles who live up high still exist? Do they continue to look down without care
Miki hesitated.
She knew Airia's story.
Knew the bitterness carved into her bones.
Knew why she left.
Knew why she became something the city feared.
Airia had never been meant to become anything important.
She was not noble.
Not a warrior.
She had simply been a girl.
A girl who loved the stage.
Before Grand Cathia knew her rage… her despair… her power…
