In the bustling, noisy command center, the tension of war made the air thick enough to cut. Everyone wore grave expressions, their faces beaded with sweat as they reported the latest updates. Everything unrelated to the war was cast aside.
Including Erin.
Zhou Chen sat on the steps, silently watching the flashing signal cursors and satellite images on the large screen. But what appeared in his mind were the small moments he had spent with Erin over the past days.
And her final, relieved smile.
Erin was fated to die from the Curse before her eighteenth birthday. It was like a normal person in the final stages of cancer; no matter how unwilling one was, there was no escaping it. Several Crowned Kings and Great Sages had all reached the same conclusion. This was her unavoidable destiny of death.
Now that she had been thrown into the Cursed Ocean, death was all but certain. From the perspective of the Extraordinary Realm, this was simply the Curse taking its effect.
Irreversible...
