Vivienne's POV
Vivienne sat quietly at the edge of the pavilion.
Her fingers rested on the porcelain teacup that had long gone cold.
The sky above her was calm, but her eyes were not.
They shimmered faintly, reflecting distant flashes from a storm that wasn't anywhere near this galaxy.
She could see it.
A vast wave of energy and darkness spreading far away, swallowing everything it touched.
"Are you really going?" she asked softly, her voice breaking the silence. "That thing is too dangerous. We should leave this universe instead of fighting that."
The glow in her eyes faded as she turned toward Kevin.
Kevin didn't say anything at first. He
just looked up, watching the horizon where the wave shimmered faintly in the distance.
Then, he nodded.
"Don't go," she said again, her tone sharper this time. "You'll die."
"I won't. These are the things I've been preparing for. I've been clearing Quests for billions of years for fights like this."
