The memory slammed into Heena's chest with the force of a battering ram. Her breath hitched. Suddenly, her dark, terrifyingly cold eyes watered, and a single, heavy tear slipped down her pale cheek.
Hovering invisibly above, the System stared in absolute bewilderment.
"Damn," the System whispered, crossing its digital arms. "Who is my Host? What an absolute masterclass in acting! But... isn't this a bit of an overreaction? Like, why do you need to cry at this exact moment? We already won the court battle!"
But it wasn't acting.
Drop. Drop.
The beautiful, fleeting image of the fair-skinned woman vanished in a split second, ripped away by the cruel reality of time and space. The void it left behind was agonizing.
