Those ghost hands almost touched Shuu's face. He could feel their lingering touch on his face. He wanted to blink and make some noise, but no words escaped his mouth.
[Don't worry, my dear. Just hand yourself over to me and all your worries will go away. Come and dedicate yourself to me in the temple. Once you do, this all will be over, and your dear Hero will be able to live in peace-]
"Shuu….NO-!"
Caelis's loud voice broke the air around Shuu, and he suddenly panted as his knees threatened to give up.
Saintess Rosalyne's grip on his shoulder loosened as well, and Shuu collapsed on the ground.
His face had sweat running down it, and his chest felt heavy. Even standing back up felt like a hassle to Shuu. And yet, he forced himself back on his feet so that he could look at Caelis running toward him.
Small but strong arms grabbed his neck, and Shuu felt comfort seeping into his consciousness, allowing him to close his eyes and lean against Caelis.
