The void cracked with tension.
Dila screamed, her voice echoing in the vast emptiness:
"Stop! I don't want to hear it anymore!"
Her breath shivered.
Her hands shook.
"Nari…!"
She gasped in desperation.
"Where are you? Nari—I need help!"
But no gentle voice answered.
Only silence…
Then laughter.
That laugh.
That cruel, distorted mimic of herself.
The chained Dila, hovering again in the dark with that grin of malice, leaned forward, her shadow lengthening.
"Ohh, you mean your magical power?" she said softly, mockingly.
"You mean her, don't you?"
Dila's eyes widened.
She whispered, "She's my friend…"
But the distorted version burst out laughing again.
"Friend?" she sneered.
"You? You treat her like a tool. You always say…" —her voice dropped, deepened, imitated Dila's tone perfectly—
'Shut up, Nari.'
She grinned wider.
'Not now, Nari.'
It snares. "And ohh!!, you sneak this words behind her back without in the scene."
'Quiet, Nari.'
