"How is this possible!!"
Darius screamed aloud, his voice echoing through the tranquil forest clearing. His expression was twisted in disbelief—pure, visceral disbelief. A proud Stage 3 being, someone who had stood atop mountains of corpses and broken warriors, now found himself unable to control his own body.
The sheer absurdity of the situation left him dumbfounded.
His muscles resisted his commands. His limbs trembled, disobeying even the simplest motion. His body… was betraying him.
"Heh~ Little prince, what is not possible?" Noctyss' voice rang out like a teasing bell, her steps graceful as she approached him. A soft, almost mischievous smile bloomed on her face, her silver-white hair dancing in the breeze like wisps of winter smoke.
Darius' instincts kicked in the moment she came too close.
Without thinking, he stepped back.
And that reaction stunned him more than anything else.
He moved back. From a woman who wasn't even Stage 3. His body recoiled on its own.
