Latifa didn't even bother to dodge.
She simply stared as Alex swung his hammer at her.
The hammer coated in blazing flames approached her in an instant, but it stopped just a few inches from her face.
"What's wrong?" Latifa asked. "Are you not going to continue?"
Alex bit his lip before pulling the hammer back. He glared at Latifa after that, but he couldn't go with the motions of hurting her.
He understood that this Latifa was different from the Latifa he hugged and kissed last night before he went to bed.
This was none other than Reverse Latifa, who lived in a world opposite their own.
Feeling his own heart breaking, Alex forced himself to turn around. His hands still firmly gripped his weapon, whose flames only burned brighter without having a place to vent it.
"You and him are really different," Latifa said calmly. "You're too soft."
"Leave," Alex said through gritted teeth. "I don't want to see you."
