Chapter 67: The Shadow of Silent Grief, VI
Erich lay bleeding behind me.
His thread dim—flickering. Barely alive.
Konrad lay further back, unmoving. Still unconscious. A statue of breath and silence.
Clara was still.
And I was the last one standing.
Sayo didn't wait.
She came like a force of nature—no hesitation, no rhythm. Just motion, violent and final. Her blade sang through the pale field, her shadow trailing like fire.
I met her.
My sword rose, thread pulsing in my grip. I blinked to the side, deflected the first arc. Her second came from above—I blocked, boots dragging back across the stone. She followed with a kick that nearly broke my balance.
I blinked again—over her shoulder, swinging.
She caught me mid-motion, turned, and our blades locked.