"Melissa..."
Rayan stood frozen... His fists clenched so tight they bled. He didn't say anything at first... just stared at what was left; blood, shards of ivory, and the hollow shell of the girl who never gave up, even when her body failed her.
"We lost her..." he muttered, voice tight. "She won… and we still lost her."
He turned away, jaw trembling. "Damn it, Mel…"
"No... This isn't real."
Meanwhile, Jojo's legs almost gave in... They kept shaking as she stared at her friend's motionless body, and the gleaming blue gemstone next to her.
She wanted to go check on her, not believing that she was gone... But they knew that it was no time to mourn, as there were still five more elites, with three of them being handled by Nurah alone.
"Don't lose focus! Or we will be joining her soon!" Nurah uttered sternly; her classmates' death moved nothing in her... As a Blackthorn, death was an acquaintance.
