The feeling of being cared for, the sense of being constrained—both had transformed into the force driving Valentina to run with all her might at this very moment.
She clenched her teeth and tightly gripped the feather in her hand. Beneath the gentle gazes of the Moon Princess and all the Phoenixes behind her, she ran unwaveringly along the path formed by the gradually crumbling moonlight, not looking back toward the distance toward the Illusion.
Not enough... not enough...
She ran frantically, her white hair interspersed with beads of sweat fluttering at her temples. The panting from her running no longer restrained her wanton spirit, and the shackles of reality could no longer hold back her soul's desire for freedom...
