In the upper wing of the imperial palace of Ronmin...
Tonight's air was loud.
Filled with everyone's hearts, beating so intensely anyone could hear it. Just like in the northern wing of the imperial palace, despite the lack of life, as everyone lifelessly lay on the ground, the silent hum of a lone wolf kneeling in the middle sounded overly loud in his ears.
Staring at his pair of bloodstained hands, Edge's eyes flickered with bitterness and confusion. His eyes veered to the figure lying within his reach, breath hitching, seeing Ida's pale face.
"You..." he called under his breath, almost choking as blood pooled underneath her body. "Hey..."
Edge moved his trembling knees and hands, crawling towards her to wake her up. "Ida," he called with a shaking voice, tugging her shoulder.
It hadn't sunk into him yet what just happened and how things ended up like this.
