The chamber where Sakura waited felt like a trap disguised as calm.
Cracked stone walls surrounded the space, etched with faint, ancient lines that pulsed softly in the dim blue glow of floating crystals. Far away, the echoes of fighting and collapsing rock rolled through the tomb, but here everything was quiet—too quiet.
Sakura stood with her back against the wall, one foot braced casually against the stone, her arms folded.
Arthur stepped into the center of the room.
His crimson eyes met her violet ones, and for a heartbeat there was only that silent tension between them—the kind born from shared history and the knowledge that this time, one of them might not walk away.
"Shall we begin?" Arthur said in a low voice.
Sakura's lips curled into a sharp smile.
A bow materialized in her hands—beautiful and deadly.
