The Lonely Weight of Justice
He spoke quietly.
"You remind me too much of myself."
The words were soft.
Almost distant.
Videl remained silent.
She did not know how to answer that.
The ancient fortress had fallen strangely quiet after the disappearance of the knights. Only the faint hum of ancient mana flowing through the walls could be heard now. The crystal lamps embedded into the stone corridors flickered softly, casting long shadows across the massive chamber.
Then—
Her gaze slowly drifted toward the place where the knights once stood.
Empty.
Gone.
No blood.
No corpses.
No signs they had ever existed there at all.
Something inside her chest tightened suddenly.
A cold feeling spread through her body.
Her fingers instinctively tightened around the handle of the Long Sword.
Videl who saw the whole scene happen before her very eyes was shocked.
No—
Not just shocked.
Disturbed.
