Yae Sakura roared at the shadow, and the emotions conveyed in those cries were enough to make even Theresa's heart tremble.
Such despair, such regret...
Watching Yae Sakura weep before it, the shadow stood in front of her, seeming not to know where to put its hands. After waving them awkwardly in the air for quite a while, it cautiously placed them on Yae Sakura's shoulders.
Every word Yae Sakura had just said had reached the shadow's ears without omission.
"I... understand."
"What do you understand?!" Yae Sakura flung off the shadow's arm.
Yet the shadow continued speaking.
Its voice was hoarse, halting, and slow, but it sounded utterly serious.
"I know what I need to do... I... will make amends."
The shadow said this, but Yae Sakura paid no attention to its final words.
In Yae Sakura's eyes, those words were nothing more than the ravings of an evil god.
As though it had made some sort of decision, the shadow's hand trembled slightly before gently resting atop Yae Sakura's head.
Standing nearby, Theresa seemed able to see wisps of black mist emerging from Yae Sakura's body and flowing into the shadow's hand.
As the black mist merged into it, the shadow's body became a little more solid.
With the disappearance of the black mist, Yae Sakura's body suddenly went limp. She fell into the shadow's embrace, already deeply asleep.
After gently laying Yae Sakura on the ground, the shadow rose from before her and looked toward Theresa, who stood nearby.
Though she could not make out its face at all, Theresa felt a chilling gaze settle upon her.
"I'm leaving this place..."
Looking in Theresa's direction, the shadow said, "I remember... you should leave... this place too."
The shadow stared at Theresa. Its previously normal hand suddenly turned