Shudders conquered her limbs as she saw Edward: on his snow-kissed skin smeared with someone's blood. All of them could hear the loud explosions, quaking the chamber. But Anasthasia paid no mind as her concentration magnified from their tension.
He was valiant no more—stench metals reeked, and she ought to retch how his body bathed in gore, tarnishing his coat and cape. Sword coated with blood—no trickles as though everything seeped through its edges.
'Why is he in a bloody mess? I was so sure he was in a prim and proper outfit that time we ran away—'
Shaking her head, she steeled her heart while glancing at Edward.
His calm eyes beamed as he pleaded, "Wallace, we need to talk—"
"Now that we've come this far, let's end this… I'll never forgive you!" Wallace growled as his eyes ablaze in a fury, "While it's true that she changed the legacy. You made her believe that it was the end?!"
