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Sadness and anger surged through me like a flood breaking its dam, overwhelming my senses.
I held tightly onto Sera's cold body, tears streaming down my face, soaking her feathers.
Elisa and Herman remained silent, the sorrow hanging in the air like a poison that gnawed at our bones.
We had lost a companion, a friend, a comrade who fought by our side.
But we had no time to dwell in our grief; the harsh reality would not allow us to be weak.
The threat of the Dark Pact still loomed over us, and we had to continue fighting—for Sera, for ourselves.
I wiped my tears away, took a deep breath, and struggled to calm myself, transforming my sorrow into strength.
"We need to leave here as soon as possible," Herman's voice was low and hoarse, tinged with an almost imperceptible tremor.
"The Dark Pact will discover us soon." His words were filled with urgency, reminding us that danger was close at hand.
We left the factory and returned to the secret base of the Destiny Watcher.
The base was located in the basement of an abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city—dark, damp, and filled with the smell of oil and rust.
It was hidden and safe, our refuge and our last stronghold.
I sat alone in a corner, reminiscing about the moments I shared with Sera, my heart aching like it was being torn apart.
Fear and anger intertwined within me, ripping at my insides and pushing me to the brink of collapse.
I feared Dix—his power, his cruelty, and the possibility of losing even more.
But I hated him even more, hated him for taking everything from me, hated him for destroying my life, hated him for taking Sera away.
Elisa walked over to me and gently patted my shoulder. Her hand was warm and strong, as if she were transferring strength to me.
"Are you okay?" Her voice was soft and caring, like a clear spring, soothing my wounded soul.
I shook my head, my throat choked with emotion, unable to speak.
"I know you're hurting, but we have to pull ourselves together." Elisa's voice was firm and powerful, filled with undeniable determination.
"Sera's sacrifice cannot be in vain. We must fulfill her wishes and stop the Dark Pact." A resolute light flickered in her eyes, as if telling me that there was still hope.
I lifted my gaze to meet Elisa's eyes, which were filled with determination and hope, like a beacon illuminating my world.
"You're right; we can't give up." My voice was hoarse but resolute, carrying the weight of a decision made without retreat.
"We must fight to the end, avenge Sera, and fight for the city." A fierce fire ignited within me—both the flame of vengeance and the spark of hope.
Elisa nodded, a hint of a reassuring smile gracing her face. It was recognition of my resolve and an expectation for the future.
"This is the Su Wan I know." Her words were filled with trust and encouragement, further solidifying my conviction.
She began to explain the battle plan in detail, her tone serious and earnest, each word brimming with power.
"The Dark Pact's ritual will take place tomorrow night at the square in the city center." Her voice was low and clear, each word striking at my heart.
"We must stop them before then." Her gaze was filled with resolve, without a trace of hesitation.
I listened intently, striving to remember every detail, not daring to let my guard down for a moment.
"There are some variables in the plan; we must prepare for the worst," Elisa said, her tone serious and grave, reminding me of the complexity and danger of the situation.
"Dix's power is greater than we imagined; we must be cautious." Her warning rang in my heart like a tolling bell.
Herman approached as well, handing me an ancient Magic Rune that emitted a faint, eerie glow—mysterious and perilous.
"This rune can temporarily enhance your prophetic abilities, but it comes with risks," he explained, his voice heavy with concern.
"It will consume a significant amount of your mental energy and may even cause you to lose control." His words were filled with warnings, making it clear that this was no trivial matter.
I looked at the rune in my hand, hesitating for a moment, my heart filled with conflict and struggle.
I knew it was dangerous, but I had no other choice. For the sake of victory, I had to take the gamble.
I needed to strengthen my power to confront Dix and avenge Sera.
I took the rune, gripping it tightly in my hand, feeling the energy it radiated, my heart resolute.
"I will be careful," I said, my tone firm and confident, imbued with a courage that embraced the possibility of death.
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