Inched

Ri could only stare helplessly at the now empty skies. There wasn't even a moment to feel relief at the release of her mother… Because immediately afterwards, her husband was taken away…

No matter what nonsensical hopes she held, there was no logical path to victory. All signs pointed to their loss… How could Dyon, a mere boy of nineteen years of age, hope to survive against such powerful enemies? He was alone!

Little Black nudged Ri's cheek with his own lovingly, trying to console her.

"Big brother has no intentions of dying," Little Lyla spoke from atop Little Black, her large pink eyes glistening.

Ri listlessly nodded. She knew quite well that Dyon wouldn't have any thoughts of death. In fact, with the anger blazing within him right now, his only focus was giving them the most horrid deaths imaginable.

But… If things went the way they wanted simply because they willed them… They would never be in this situation to begin with…

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