Chapter 65: The Shadow of Silent Grief, IV
Clara raised her hand.
Sayo stepped beside her.
They didn't speak.
And neither did we.
The pale field shivered.
Then—impact.
Sayo charged Erich. Clara came for me.
The field lit in two tones—Sayo's deep shadow, Clara's pulsing pink. I blinked forward, intercepting Clara mid-lunge. My blade clashed against her pulse—a thud, not a crack. I shifted low, not striking, but deflecting. She moved with eerie precision, like she had practiced this fight.
Erich met Sayo head-on. Their blades screamed—forged from shadows, drawn from void. She twisted under his second swing, her knee slammed into his chest, and he blinked back just before her blade could reach his throat.
I spun, parried Clara's follow-through. She fired a pulse close-range. I blinked sideways. The flare grazed my arm. Heat ripped through my sleeve.
Clara followed. No words. Just velocity. Her hands glowed like explosions waiting to happen.