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Morning still hadn’t come. The sky was black, and the night wasn’t over. And yet the world was quiet— as if only it had already ended. Leon didn’t move. Lumia didn’t understand that fact. Not exactly. It was more like the part of her that understands had fallen somewhere out of reach. Her feet stepped forward on their own. She got close. She dropped to her knees. She tried to touch him. Her fingertips trembled. Cold. There was no warmth anymore. In that instant, something turned over inside her chest. Not pain. Not grief. Something more primitive. Her body moved before she could understand it. She stood. She turned. She grabbed a bundle of firewood that was there. There was no reason. She just crushed it in her hands. Crack— the sound snapped through the dark. One. Two. Three. Before she knew it, she was splitting the logs with both hands. No axe. No magic. Just bare hands. S...

The sound was gone. The impact that should have burst, the screams, even the lingering aftertaste of light—everything felt as if it had been cut midstream, and the world suddenly went still. Only the ringing in my ears remained. Even that began to drift away, little by little. ...Huh? The ground felt strangely far away. It took time to understand whether I was standing or on my knees. At the edge of my vision, dust fell slowly. The air wasn’t moving. The wind, the flow of magic—both had stopped. There was a shadow ahead. Collapsed. Someone. I tried to call a name, and my thoughts stalled. No sound, no shape—nothing rose into place. I tried to move closer. At least, I think I did. My body wouldn’t move. The command wouldn’t reach it. Arms and legs sat there as if they’d been severed from thought. This is wrong. This can’t be how it goes. Just a moment ago, I was sure— My thinking snapped off halfway through....

Rion collapsed. That’s what it looked like. That’s what it felt like it looked like. There was no next moment. The sound—vanished. Not ringing. Nothing. My throat moved. I don’t know if I tried to speak. Something fell near my feet. A dry sound. No—maybe not even sound. Something shattered across the ground. Fragments that should have been carrying light. ...Huh? My fingers wouldn’t move. No strength. My vision was white. Not white. Not bright. Just—obstructed. Something was blocking my view. Light. —The light was in the way. I couldn’t see what I needed to see. Even though it was right there. My foot moved forward. Or maybe it didn’t. Distance didn’t make sense. Someone fell. Who? I don’t know. The name wouldn’t come. Something snapped inside my head. —Stop. No voice. No words. Only something tearing from the inside. White. White again. My th...

The air changed. It wasn’t hostility. Not killing intent, either. And yet—there was no mistaking it: the instant “decision” was born. Leon stepped forward. There was no hesitation in his back. Not for battle. Not for retreat. Only—what someone looks like after choosing. There wasn’t time to ask why. There wasn’t time to form a question at all. My body moved first. “Wait!!” It was almost a scream. Less a restraint than a reflex. Before I could even think I had to stop him, the word had already spilled out. Leon glanced back, just slightly. I couldn’t see his expression. But his presence was enough. —He’d already decided. “Don’t come.” Low. Short. It wasn’t an order. It was closer to a wish. If you come closer, something will break. That was what the voice was telling me. One step—and the distance widened. The next instant, magic surged. Not controlled light. Not a spell meant to protect. Only...

The night was deeper than she had expected. The campfire held steady. There was no wind. Far off, the cry of something unknown dissolved into the dark at regular intervals. There was no sign of an enemy. Of the last few days, this was the safest night. Even so, sleep wouldn’t come. Sitting side by side, watching the flame, they didn’t have to meet each other’s eyes. A distance where words didn’t need choosing. A distance where silence didn’t turn awkward. “...Once we cross here...” Rion said it, quietly. “The current changes. The stagnation in the mana thins. We’ll likely be able to move for a while without fighting.” It was a prediction— and, at the same time, talk of a “future.” Lumia nodded without looking away from the wavering fire. “Even if it’s a detour, it’s a good road.” “Yeah.” A short reply. And yet, his voice carried something softer. Silence lingered. The pop of the fire filled the small gaps between it. “...Up ahead,...

The morning began with mist. The night's cold had sunk into the ground, and the world blurred in a pale, uncertain white. Sound felt far away, and only their footsteps were strangely close. Though they walked side by side, each of them seemed to float as an outline—an odd distance, as if their presence had lost its weight. A little closer than yesterday. A change so slight you could miss it if you weren't looking. And yet, the air had definitely shifted. "The flow of magic ahead is warped." It was Rion who spoke first. "Even though this isn't a battlefield?" "That's why." He didn't explain further. But Lumia understood. It wasn't a natural current. A trace of someone having touched it—or something still touching it, even now. Beyond the mist, a presence wavered. Not many. Not much hostility. But behind their dull movements was a sticky persistence that wouldn't let go. She cut one do...

The road we walked together was quieter than expected. We spoke little. We didn’t try to dig deeper than that. We shared only what was needed, and left the rest untouched. That distance felt, strangely, comfortable. But after walking for a while, I noticed. Our footsteps were in sync. At first I thought it was chance. But the third time, the fourth time, the same rhythm overlapped—and I understood it was adjustment. A little faster, a little slower. The difference was being filled in, bit by bit. When I looked over, he let out a small breath. “A habit. If you stand on the side that protects, you match your pace.” It sounded like an excuse, and like a fact. Protect. The word was still caught somewhere deep in my chest. “Who?” I meant it lightly, but the answer didn’t come right away. After a few seconds of silence, a low voice dropped. “No one. Not now.” He didn’t add anything else. The wind slipped through and filled the gap. I ...