Lucian's lifeless eyes stared blankly upward at the morning sky, empty and still, without even the slightest trace of life remaining within them.
The ruined streets around him remained silent aside from the distant crackling of fading flames.
And above his unmoving body—Lia continued feeding from his neck, like someone who had been starving for years.
Her lips were still tightly pressed against the wound she had created while she desperately drank every drop of blood she could.
Soft gulping sounds echoed faintly, blood slowly staining her pale lips a deeper crimson.
[I told you to choose between one of them…]
Akasha's voice quietly resounded in his ears, though Lucian could no longer hear her.
[Well…] her tone slightly softened.
[That's why I love you.]
A light chuckle followed, her voice gentle yet eerie at the same time.
[Don't die just yet.]
The instant those words left her—
BADUMP—!
Lucian's dead body suddenly twitched violently.
