The wind scattered petals of blood.
They dyed this tranquil night red.
Silvia struggled to turn, suppressing intense pain as she widened her eyes to look at Shiayar behind her.
"Why?"
She gazed directly at the black-haired youth before her, her dry lips moving slightly, forming a silent whisper.
The softly spoken words transformed into an ancient magic word, and dark shadows gushed forth.
Her beautiful, dark purple eyes were filled with incomprehension, doubt, shock, and bewilderment.
More than half a year ago, Silvia had contemplated ending her Life on a cold winter's night.
It was the black-haired, dark-eyed youth who had saved her from the bone-chilling waters of the Grant Sea.
He was the one who told her that a person's sinfulness did not stem from their birth; where they ultimately went depended solely on Silvia's own choices.
He was the one who, amidst boundless malice and Darkness, gave her the courage to keep living.
