The Grim Loop Of Destiny-Chapter 18: The end of the drama.

The world was spinning.

Erika lay there, her limbs lifeless, her ribs screaming in agony. Blood pooled beneath her lips, warm and metallic. She tried to push herself up, but her strength had long abandoned her.

Her fingers twitched weak, desperate as they reached forward. She couldn't accept this. She wouldn't accept this.

"You... I will... I will not let you escape from here... I... I will kill you..." Her voice, once fierce, was now a frail whisper.

Veythor stood just inches away. He watched her with a smirk not arrogant, just amused. Because to him, this wasn't even a fight.

"You annoying little bitch, what are you yapping about?" His voice was calm, almost lazy. "Can't you see your situation? The entire Yamika tribe dead. Wiped out because they dared to stand behind you. You challenged me. You attacked me. And now?"

His smirk disappeared.

The air grew heavier. Suffocating.

His voice turned cold.

"So what should I do next? Rape you? Take your dignity?"

The words fell like a guillotine.

Ralf's fingers twitched.

It was a subtle movement one most wouldn't notice. But Veythor did. And it amused him.

Ralf clenched his fists. Why do I care? She never listens. She never listens to anyone.

Veythor chuckled, his voice laced with mockery.

"Hmph. Relax, I was just joking." He tilted his head, crimson eyes gleaming. "I'm no lustful beast. I wouldn't do something like that..." His smirk deepened. "Unless necessary."

Then, he crouched.

His fingers gripped Erika's bloodstained chin, forcing her to look at him.

"But you?" His voice dropped to a whisper soft, yet cruel. "You are worthless."

Erika's breath caught in her throat.

"No..."

"You are weak."

"No"

"You lost."

His grip tightened. The pain shot through her jaw, sharp and unforgiving.

"Say it, Erika."

Tears blurred her vision. Her body was already broken, but now, her mind was crumbling too.

She wanted to resist. She wanted to spit in his face.

But there was nothing left.

Her voice barely escaped her lips.

"I... lost."

Veythor's smirk returned.

"That's right."

He released her, letting her head drop into the dirt. Then, he rose to his full height, looking down at her with something between amusement and indifference.

"Don't worry, Erika." His tone softened, almost kind. "This isn't the end. You will learn. You will change. You will break."

He turned, stepping away.

"And when that happens... you will belong to me."

The battlefield fell silent.

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Blood. Ash. Defeat.

Erika's trembling hand finally reached him. One last attempt. One last act of defiance.

Her fingers gripped his foot.

Her voice was broken.

"Where... where are my younger brother and sister?" She choked on her words, her breath ragged. "Return them... please... I'm begging you."

Veythor didn't answer.

Instead, he removed her grip with a kick to her ribs. He held back this time. But the impact was enough to send her unconscious.

He turned back toward the darkness. The Eternal Forest loomed ahead, swallowing him whole.

And then, he stopped.

Without turning, his voice echoed through the dead air.

"Ralf... you didn't tell her the truth about her father, did you?"

Silence.

Then, Ralf sighed. His voice was low, filled with something close to regret.

"...No. In the end, I didn't have the guts."

Veythor chuckled.

"Since when did you become a coward?"

Ralf opened his eyes, exhaling a soft laugh. "Maybe I always was one."

Veythor stepped forward again.

"I don't think I need to explain what comes next."

And with that, he vanished into the abyss.

His whisper lingered, a ghost in the wind.

"Farewell. We'll see each other soon enough."