I did not look surprised at her appearance.
Somewhere deep down, I had already known she would not truly disappear.
After finding a candidate who had actually pushed her to the edge, someone who had forced her to feel excitement, defeat, and genuine attachment, there was no way she would simply accept death and fade away.
Now that I had claimed the final Trumpet and stepped into the same realm of power as her, the idea of letting me go was even less likely.
She wasted no time proving the point.
In the next instant, she closed the short distance between us and clung to my arm with both hands, pressing herself against my side as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Her long dark hair with silver-white strands brushed against my newly pure-white hair, and her mismatched eyes looked up at me with open, almost girlish delight.
"Let's get out of here now!" she said brightly, giving my arm a light tug.
