Kaito stumbled back, his mind reeling from the chaotic maelstrom that had engulfed him. His heart pounded like a war drum, each beat reverberating in his ears, and the world around him felt like it was shifting on its axis.
The air, thick with an unspoken promise of annihilation, clung to his skin like a second layer of ice. It was as if the very space he stood in was unraveling, thread by thread, and the familiar forces of light and darkness that he had once relied upon were now slipping through his grasp like sand.
Nyra—no, whatever she had become—had disappeared.
The light of her violet eyes still lingered in his vision, like a burning afterimage. But what haunted him most was the haunting smile she had worn before vanishing into the Abyss. It wasn't her. It couldn't have been.
She was still trapped inside, hidden beneath the surface of the corruption that now coursed through her veins.
