ACT 6 : THE RESCUE
I couldn't move.
Every limb felt heavy, my chest tight with every ragged breath. Blood soaked the stone beneath me, pooling from wounds I hadn't even registered until now. Monica lay just a few feet away, her body twitching faintly—alive, but barely.
And in the middle of the shattered chamber stood her.
The Radiata One.
Arms folded behind her back, wings of blood and bone coiled like serpents at rest. Her eyes—those twisted mismatched eyes—gleamed with unholy satisfaction.
She didn't look like a victor.
She looked like a judge.
"I expected more," she sighed, glancing between me and Monica. "Honestly, you two were supposed to be special. So many cycles. So many wasted chances."
She walked forward, the dungeon stone itself cracking faintly beneath each step. The mist curled tighter with every breath, and for a moment, I thought I saw it—faces. Shifting, screaming faces within the fog, clawing to escape.
