The moment Logan heard the voice, panic exploded inside his mind. Without hesitation, he rushed toward the source.
A short man wielding a crimson sword and a human girl with pointed ears, her hands engulfed in flames, stepped forward to block his path.
But Logan did not slow down.
Multiple arcs of razor-sharp air burst from his blade as he swung his left hand, tearing through them instantly. Their bodies were sliced apart, dissolving into nothingness before they could even react.
Logan surged forward toward the voice. More figures tried to stop him.
Ten.
A hundred.
A thousand.
Yet all of them met the same fate — erased like darkness vanishing the moment it faced the sun.
Soon, Logan could see clearly from afar. A face through the gaps of the enemies. A face he had wished not to see here.
His eyes widened. "Mother…? Why are you here?" Logan shouted, his voice trembling.
The voice he had heard earlier belonged to none other than his mother — Alice.
