"I never asked anyone to throw their life away for me," Pure answered, driving the Light-Soul to its limits. "They died by choices that were theirs. And likewise—"
He pressed in, every strike a verdict.
"—I will not fight someone else's war, and I will no longer carry your expectations. Find another vessel to pack full of your selfish hopes."
As those words rang out, Broken flashed in behind White.
"Well said, Pure. Let's drop him here and leave this cursed place—once and for all."
Two-on-one, they fell upon White.
Snarling, he unleashed everything he had to subdue them.
Killing Pure was not an option; he mattered too much. Broken, though—White meant to end him.
But subduing Pure without killing him proved brutally difficult—especially when their levels were so close.
At first, White was certain he could put them down. But step by step, the pressure mounted; wounds accumulated—most of them from Pure.
