Every time Amelia thought back, his shadow was there.
And then he returned.
How many times had he destroyed Earth when he came back?
How many people had died in his wake, not because of mistakes or accidents, but brutally, needlessly?
Amelia hated that.
And worse, she hated how she felt.
Hatred was one thing, but there was something worse inside her.
Jealousy.
It burned more than she wanted to admit.
She had trained until her palms bled and her body collapsed.
She had sacrificed sleep, sanity, and countless years to claw her way up.
But in the end, it changed nothing.
Neo was still stronger.
No matter what she did, he pulled further ahead.
When they clashed, he had defeated her without effort.
Give up. No matter how much you try, you can't protect anything yourself.
In the end, you'll depend on others to save you.
The ugly jealousy she had buried deep inside rose to the surface.
It mixed with fear, the fear of losing everyone because of him again.
