Her boot hovered over the invisible floor.
The physical resistance of the corridor spiked. The darkness surged forward, clawing at her shoulders, whispering violently in her ears.
"Turn back! It's too heavy! You cannot carry this debt!" the shadows screamed in the voice of the dead original host.
'Seventeen times,' Ji'an thought, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
If this was the First Timeline... how many times had the universe reset?
How many times had Wangchen died for her? How many times had he failed?
The agonizing guilt, the feral, overprotective obsession of the current Ice Demon... it wasn't a quirk.
Her boot hovered over the invisible floor.
The physical resistance of the corridor spiked to critical mass. The darkness surged forward, clawing at her shoulders, whispering violently in her ears.
"Turn back! It's too heavy! You cannot carry this debt!" the shadows screamed in the voice of the dead original host.
