...Enel stood slowly from his seat, his shadow stretching behind him, his anger clear as day at her words.
His jaw was clenched. His voice low—but strong.
"What do you mean by THAT, Love?"
Love, still graceful in her movements, turned away briefly. Her long, starlight-silver gown shimmered like fluid crystal with each step.
"I mean," she said calmly, "you can either wait… wait for at least another two centuries, wandering, studying the riddle in front of Heaven's gate. Fighting—hoping for a path to open… or—"
She turned back to face him. Her expression was now serious, eyes heavy with knowledge and the pain of inevitability.
"Or, Allison goes in your place… to Heaven."
A sharp silence fell.
Allison slowly turned to Enel. Her black hair rippling in the quiet, her eyes were wide but unreadable.
Enel didn't speak, but the tightness in his fist said more than a thousand curses.
Love continued, gently, but firmly.
