In a foggy world, Aimou carried Xilin as she sprinted, Geoffrey closely following beside her, guarding her progress, with waves of ethereal fluctuation hauntingly echoing from behind, unimaginable battles raging there.
Aimou didn't ponder further; her mind was solely fixed on the task of getting Xilin out, a mission handed to her by Bologue, which she was determined to complete at any cost.
"In crucial moments, it's better to lose mutually than allow him to win."
Bologue's voice echoed in Aimou's mind, causing her to clench her fists tightly, her side-glance directed at Xilin.
Aimou understood Bologue's intention was clear; when she found herself unable to protect Xilin, she could kill him, utterly destroying his body.
"Xilin..." Aimou called softly.
Xilin Kagader, it was his ambush that indirectly led to Aimou's creation, weaving countless threads of connection between them.
Thinking now of Teda's hatred for Xilin, Aimou's mind churned with confusion.
