A boy darted through the dark alleys of Lustra, his footsteps silent and his red eyes scanning every shadow.
Damn it.
After parting ways with Mark, Alden's plan had been simple—use the Pendant of the Wanderer and escape the city. Quick. Clean.
But as always, nothing had gone according to what he had expected.
He channelled mana into the artifact again, thinking something different would happen this time.
But nope.
Just like before, it glowed dim blue, flickering with power like it wanted to respond.
Then it died.
A system window appeared in his view.
[ W#R@D ##@#$@ HAS REJECTED THE TELEPORTATION. ]
Alden's jaw clenched.
Fuck.
There was no explanation. No code. Just corrupted text, as if reality itself was falling apart.
He had no time to decipher it.
He shifted Yuna's unconscious body on his shoulder.
She was light. Too light. Her breath was shallow, each rise of her chest barely noticeable.
Maybe it is better that she hasn't woken up yet.
