Jacqueline stared at Indigo.
Confusion, fear, and something far darker twisted together in her eyes.
This didn't make sense.
The Indigo she had beaten half to death before—
the Indigo who had struggled, bled, and barely survived—
His aura back then was nothing like this.
What stood before her now felt… wrong.
Terrifyingly wrong.
It wasn't just pressure.
It wasn't just killing intent.
It was the overwhelming presence of something that did not belong beneath her.
Jacqueline slowly pushed herself up from the ground, her muscles still aching from the previous fight.
But—
The moment she lifted her gaze again—
Indigo was no longer standing on the rooftop.
Her pupils shrank.
Her heartbeat spiked.
Where—
Suddenly, a hand landed on her shoulder.
Firm.
Heavy.
Unavoidable.
"Hey," a calm voice whispered behind her.
"You're the one who beat my cowardly version, right?"
Jacqueline's body stiffened.
"But…" the voice continued, filled with amusement,
