Present…
In Alvin's hands, the Shamrico book was breathing—slow and steady, like the lungs of a living being. He drew in a deep breath, tilted his head upward, and closed his eyes for a moment.
Then, in a calm, measured voice, he spoke, "After all this struggle… we finally have the Shamrico."
His gaze shifted to the side—Rabi was writhing on the floor, his body trembling in agony.
"Help me… please… it hurts," Rabi gasped, desperation clawing at every word.
Alvin's eyes turned cold."You betrayed me, Rabi. You don't deserve to call yourself a Litos."
Without stepping closer, Alvin swung his sword through the air. The blade's arc unleashed a wave—a razor-sharp crescent that cut through the space between them—
THUUM
In the blink of an eye, Rabi's body split into two.
From Alvin's body, something like stardust began to drift outward—tiny, glowing specks like fragments of distant stars—a soft blue aura wrapped around him, pulsing gently in the dark.
