The two figures floating high in the sky remained silent.
The dusk that held the entire world hostage, except for Annan.
And Annan, who held himself hostage.
The two had reached a strange equilibrium.
Until the neon lights in the city gradually recovered, and the stars in the sky rekindled one by one. Light returned to this world once more, and the two froze like statues, saying nothing further.
"...Heh."
Dusk suddenly chuckled. "It seems I still have the upper hand.
"I dare to strike at them because I have countless chances. But you have only one bullet—once the trigger is pulled, there will be no second shot.
"You will be completely erased from this world. No one will remember you… Tell me, is all this really worth it?"
"That is the phrase I hate most."
"I know, which is why I said it."
The Worm, also known as Dusk, sighed in relief. "It looks like I've won."
He tilted his head and looked at Annan with certainty. "Clearly, you don't dare.
