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“I’m not fighting for Ethyria,” she said. “I’m fighting for the little girl inside that room. The one who prays for a world where no one has to become what I became.”

“You’re burning out,” he said. “How many more times can you do that? Two? One?” He drew his own blade—a massive cleaver of black glass, humming with necrotic energy. “The White Shadow technique kills its user, doesn’t it? Every time you cut a thread of fate to avoid a blow, you cut a thread of your own life.”

Yukari-chan laughed—a soft, surprised sound. “You can. But the universe doesn’t take orders from princesses.” Royal Guards of Ethyria -Final- -Yukari-chan- F...

Not with his blade. With his hand . He closed his gauntleted fingers around Shirokage ’s blade, ignoring the way the white glow burned through steel and flesh alike. His eyes were mad now—a cornered predator’s eyes.

The Praetor charged.

He fell to his knees.

“By the throne,” Marcus whispered. “She’s not a guard. She’s a cataclysm .” “I’m not fighting for Ethyria,” she said

“If I die,” he hissed, “my master will unmake this city. You’ve seen nothing. Nothing .”