บท 251: Emperor...3

That day felt like fire—blazing brighter and hotter than anything else, consuming everything in its path with an intensity that was impossible to ignore.

It was like the icy grip of winter, freezing your skin and bones to their very core, chilling you so deeply that it reached into the depths of your soul.

And when it all ended in a blinding flash, it felt like darkness—soft, comforting, and all-encompassing.

A darkness as serene as the peaceful nature of death itself.

She was just supposed to make sure the princess was safe that day... 

[Hiding will get you nowhere… For once she descends, there will be no place to hide… Remember that, young knight.]

The voice, low and chilling, resonated in her ears like the cold whisper of death.

The man before her loosened the vice-like grip he had on her throat, allowing her to gasp for breath.