"Yes," Calyra answered coldly. "I have abandoned that too, Rosalin." "Our promise no longer means anything to me." (+1,000PP)
Rosalin's fingers trembled.
For a brief moment, she forgot to breathe, the light within her golden eyes quietly breaking apart as she searched Calyra's face for even the smallest hint that this was another lie.
But there was none.
A quiet laugh escaped Rosalin's lips.
It lasted only a second, yet it sounded far more painful than any cry.
"…I see."
The words barely left her mouth.
Years of hope she had just crumbled before her eyes.
Calyra watched her in silence. Then, after a long pause, she quietly asked, "What about you, Rosalin?"
Her gaze remained fixed on Rosalin's sword.
"Do you still believe you can keep your word and become the greatest swordsman in the world?"
Rosalin slowly lifted her head.
"I do."
The instant those words left her lips, crimson flames erupted around her sword.
Fwoosh!
