Derek's spear tore through the darkened skies, blazing forward with terrifying momentum, its deadly tip aimed directly at the heart of the kneeling figure—Asher.
"ASHER!" Rowena's voice cracked with desperation, her crimson eyes wide with terror as she reached out, feeling helpless. Beside her, Isola, Naida, Layla, Rachel, Amelia, Grace, and Yui echoed her cry, their voices a chorus of horror, knowing they couldn't intervene in time.
But Layla and Naida were quick to act as they put up a powerful barrier to prevent them from jumping into death.
Yet, Asher remained on his knees, his head still lowered, unmoving. It was as if he had accepted the incoming blow—embracing his fate without fear.
But in that instant, as Derek's spear came within inches of piercing Asher's chest, a crimson streak sliced through the air, moving with impossible swiftness.
