Vylyss looked at him, her gaze so emotionless it sent a chill through Noan.
He couldn't see a single feeling in those eyes. In fact, they were no longer pink as before, but a gray color, like a sky about to rain.
Vylyss didn't reply, but Noan already knew the answer.
Yet at that moment, he hesitated.
"Vylyss…" Noan murmured, "I really don't want to fight you."
Vylyss remained silent, her eyes flashing with a trace of killing intent that startled him.
She had never looked at him that way before.
Noan took a deep breath, his grip on the sword trembling, his eyes wavering, uncertain what to do.
Kill her? No! He couldn't do it.
But… he didn't know how to wake her up, either.
Noan's sword arm started to tremble, because right now, he couldn't make a choice.
Vylyss tilted her head at him, like a wild beast perplexed by something strange.
Then, she swung her hand—
Whoosh!
