Silence.
Wind.
Tension.
Kaela whispered—
"Ryven…"
Then—
Everything shattered.
A blade pierced through her chest.
Kaela's eyes widened.
She looked down slowly.
Ryven's sword.
Covered in her blood.
"…Why…?" her voice broke.
Ryven's expression was cold.
Empty.
Different.
"I'm sorry," he said quietly.
"But this was always my mission."
The world froze.
Lyra watched silently.
Kaela's hands trembled.
"You… said…"
Her voice cracked—
"You wouldn't leave me…"
Ryven pulled the blade out.
"You were never meant to be saved."
Something inside Kaela…
Snapped.