The knight raised his sword to the sky.
The dark blue blade caught the faint light that pierced through the storm clouds, gleaming like a star torn from the heavens. It hung there for a moment, suspended, terrible, inevitable.
A meteor waiting to fall.
A judgment waiting to be delivered.
Yuuta closed his eyes.
He had died once today. He had felt the bullet tear through his chest, had felt his heart stop, had felt the darkness swallow him whole. He did not want to die again. But there was no running from this. No hiding. No escape. The sword was descending, and he was too frozen, too weak, too human to move.
The sword struck the ground.
