Leila's eyes constricted as she saw Adam's exploded remains scattered across the arena floor.
Her mind went blank.
Her trembling hands reached forward, as if trying to grasp his fading presence, but all she touched was blood-soaked stone.
Her lips parted, but no sound came out.
For a moment, all she heard was silence along with the faint sound of the black fog circling around them.
The world felt far away.
Footsteps echoed faintly.
Elaric stepped forward, stopping just a few meters from her collapsed form.
His dark blue eyes peered down at her with distant indifference, like a scholar observing a cracked glass specimen.
"The ability to see fate… yet be so helpless against it..."
He said softly, his voice calm and quiet, almost comforting.
"How does it feel to know everything… yet save nothing?"
His words slipped into her chest like splintered glass.
She couldn't respond.
