"LEAVE MY PAPA ALONE!"
A small voice echoed through the ruined street.
Vezrath froze, and for the briefest moment, his fingers loosened around Yuuta's throat.
Yuuta dragged in a broken breath. His vision was almost completely blurred from exhaustion and lack of air, leaving the buildings, streetlights and wreckage around him smeared together into shapeless shadows. But that voice cut through everything with impossible clarity.
No.
He knew that voice.
Yuuta forced his heavy eyelids farther open and turned his head as much as Vezrath's grip allowed. Through his unfocused vision, a small figure gradually became visible farther down the ruined street.
Elena stood there.
