— Kyle Valter's POV —
"Hah?"
That single word, made of just three letters, slipping from Valisera's trembling lips, was enough to stop the rotation of the Earth—if we had been on it.
It wasn't a scoff. Nor was it mocking.
It was a pure gasp of shock, stripped of all her usual coldness.
Her crimson eyes, which moments ago had been watching bones being crushed as if it were a dull stage performance, widened in disbelief that froze every feature on her face.
"Saint Hilarius Hospital?" Valisera repeated the name, her voice coming out faint, as if choking on the syllables.
She took another step back in the purple void, her terrifying aura flickering and wavering like a flame in a storm.
"The hospital at the heart of the Middle Sector? In the middle of the city?! What the hell are you talking about, Kyle?!"
She suddenly lunged at me, grabbing the collar of my torn, blood-soaked coat with a force that nearly lifted me off the ground.
