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A cold storm seemed to brew around Ryu. Every step he took, the world quaked… well, not physically, but its laws seemed to bend and twist.

His Childe of Order and Chaos Constitutions were forming a net around him, and though this was usually suppressed, he wasn't in the mood to be bothered.

Strength.

He needed strength.

Ryu had always been surging after the pinnacle. It was something that he did for himself, though sometimes that pure purpose might be derailed by a want for revenge.

He had never expected to be stricken so hard from an internal source at all.

Although he could guess all the troubles and worries that Ailsa was facing, and he even felt guilt because it was his fault for being such a weak husband, there were still things that he was simply incapable of accepting. There were lines he would never accept crossing.