The days bled together after that first encounter in the streets—the one where I saw Mia Frostine and the others vanish into the arena's shadows. I should have walked after them. I should have stopped them and asked what they were doing here, this deep inside the devils' capital. But I didn't. Instead, I pulled Lilith with me, away from that scene, into the city's veins where whispers carried better than swords.
I told myself it was because we had a mission. The former Devil King was our only target. That was what mattered. Nothing else.
But no matter how many steps I took through alleys and taverns, the weight of Mia's gaze followed me. Even now, I could still feel it cutting into me, sharp and unrelenting, like no mask I wore could ever hide me from her eyes.
