The brother's scream tore through the cold air.
"Sister!!!"
His voice was raw, filled with fear and anger as the spear rushed toward her.
The girl's eyes were wide open.
Her face had turned pale. Shock and disbelief froze her in place as the deadly weapon closed the last distance between them.
For a moment—
Everything slowed down. The roaring wind.
The distant explosions. Even the sound of her own heartbeat.
It all faded into silence. Only the spear remained.
'Is this… the end?'
A bitter feeling filled her chest.
'So many things… still unfinished.'
Her thoughts began to drift, as if her mind had already started to leave the battlefield.
'I still had so much to do…'
First—
They needed to cure themselves. Cure the twisted body they were forced to live in.
A body that was never meant to exist.
A body where two lives were forced to share one form just to survive.
Every day they fought like this. Not just against enemies.
But against their own broken existence.
