Because standing there floating in mid air, right in front of the massive red monster, was a man. He was much older than she remembered, his handsome face lined with the heavy burdens of time and endless suffering, but she identified him rather well. She would know that face anywhere, in any lifetime, in any loop they lived.
It was none other than Ren. He was the god of this broken world, the man she loved more than anything in existence.
And Chiyo's glowing an dark dagger was buried deep into his chest.
He had willingly taken the fatal blow meant for the beast.
Chiyo let go of the dagger's hilt as if it burned her. She threw her arms desperately around Ren's neck, hugging him tight as hot blood spilled from his open wound onto her torn clothes.
"Why?" Chiyo sobbed loudly, burying her face deeply into his shoulder. "Why did you come back here? Why did you do this to me?"
