Ssshhhh~
Leo, with trembling eyes, watched Fallen Pride slowly dissolve into particles. The world felt silent in this moment, as if even time itself refused to move forward.
Her body flickered between fading and solid, the outline of her form struggling to remain in this reality.
Crimson eyes, wide with shock and something deeper—... regret? longing? locked onto her chest, where her own sword stood embedded, black blood seeping around the sword.
She looked up, saw Leo shaking, pale, torn between mercy and grief, and slowly pulled the sword free from her chest.
Chucckk!
Thud!
Fallen Pride's body crumpled, but Leo caught her in his arms. His hands trembled as he let the sword fall, the sound echoing as metal struck stone before shattering into shimmering dust particles, scattering like the fragments of a broken dream.
Leo looked at her, tears gathering in his eyes, holding her as gently as he could—as if she were glass, as if even a breath might break her.
