Chapitre 91: 2 flame lightning yet again

{not to confuse you, the original name for Satrya is Slyrical but, she prefers Satrya since she is accustomed to it… as of now.} 

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'"Us they--lyricals are more worthy than the gods, because we protect this world ensuring the balance between light... Light and dark."'

They echoed, Satrya gazed at Sylrical glad that the ice was melting and she stood before her in flesh, her gaze was cold, a perfect face as if carved from stone but it did not make her look less beautiful instead it drew Satrya to this female she could never be close to.

Why did she have to die? 

Why did she give up? 

A man who loved what was within her but unable to grasp it, her--she… all Satrya ever wanted was to hold this pitiful side of herself and ease that empty feeling within her. 

Yet… when she had the opportunity finally she had to suffer. 

(ah, I wanna cry, don't feel sad, wuwuwu.)