Dark Silhouette [2]

The sight made Aoife's chest drop. 

'W-what's going on?' 

Was this some sort of dream? It felt like it, and yet... It all felt so real. How could this be? 

Staring at her brother who was lying beneath the dark silhouette, Aoife wanted to reach forward to tell them to stop. 

However, she couldn't move at all.

All she could do was listen. 

Listen to her brother's soft and frail voice. 

"...Y-ou're a lot stronger than I thought. W-ere you hiding your strength?" 

A sense of despair washed over Aoife as she watched the scene. The sense of despair didn't come directly from her but from somewhere else. Aoife couldn't quite explain where it came from, but it almost felt as though she was being instilled that sense of despair. 

From who? 

"...." 

As a strange silence descended on the surroundings, the dark silhouette raised his hand in the air, revealing a sharp sword.