Bloodveil's mind was in chaos, panic clawing at him as he felt death closing in.
Ever since he'd evolved and gained sentience, he'd walked a razor's edge—always cautious, always calculating. He never imagined it would end like this.
But just as the killing blow was about to land, something happened.
A shadowy wisp of soul energy—pitch black and silent—slipped through the air and sank into Tharen's body.
Shlick—
The ice spear in Tharen's hand suddenly veered mid-air, twisting away from its original path.
Serah, still pinning Bloodveil down, felt a sudden chill bloom in her chest.
Her body froze.
Slowly, she looked down.
The tip of the ice spear had pierced clean through her chest, jutting out from her sternum. Blood welled up around it, already beginning to clot in the cold air.
Time stopped.
Serah stood there, stunned, her face frozen in disbelief.
A low, raspy laugh echoed behind her.
"Kehehehehe…"
She turned her head, slowly, as if in a dream.
