The silence in the penthouse was absolute, broken only by the rhythmic tick... tick... tick... of the King’s helmet. Koko stood motionless, her arm extended like a statue. The Card of Speed rested between her fingers, its emerald surface glowing faintly, as if sensing the danger.
"Koko-sama! Snap out of it!"
Zephyr, the emerald fairy, was a blur of frantic light. He knew that if the King touched that card, the harmony of the world would be lost forever. He summoned every ounce of his remaining strength, his tiny wings beating so hard they shed glowing dust.
"Gale Wake!"
Zephyr dove between Koko’s hand and the Void King, releasing a burst of purifying wind meant to shatter the hypnotic trance. The breeze ruffled Koko’s hair, but her eyes remained milky and vacant. The King’s grip on her mind was a fortress built out of her own bitterness—a lock that Zephyr’s wind couldn't turn.
The Void King didn't even flinch. He looked down at the tiny fairy with cold, obsidian eyes.
"Small creature," the King rumbled. "You try to preserve a song that has already reached its final note."
"I won't let you take her!" Zephyr cried, charging the King’s armored chest.
With a movement so casual it was insulting, the Void King flicked his fingers. A spark of violet energy erupted from his gauntlet. The impact caught Zephyr mid-flight, a heavy, crushing force that sent the fairy spinning across the room.
CRACK.
Zephyr slammed into the marble fireplace, his emerald wings buckling. He fell to the floor, his glow flickering like a dying bulb, his tiny body trembling in the cold shadows.
"Zephyr..." Koko’s voice was a ghost of a whisper, a tiny spark of her true self reacting to the pain of her partner. But the King’s needle swung again—Tick—and the spark was extinguished.
The King reached out and took the Card of Speed. As his fingers closed around it, the card screamed. The emerald light turned a bruised, sickly purple, the energy of "Speed" being corrupted into "Stagnation."
"Eleven hearts with the girls," the King mused, the card dissolving into his palm. "But the twelfth belongs to the Void. The conductor has surrendered her baton. Now, the symphony begins."
The King stepped back into the violet rift, the shadows coiling around him like a royal cape. As the rift sealed shut, the temperature in the room finally began to rise, but the damage was done.
Koko stood alone in the center of the room. Her arm finally dropped to her side. She stayed there for a long time, staring at the empty space where the King had stood. She didn't move. She didn't cry. She just waited in the silence she had finally achieved—a silence that cost her everything.28Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv65MMRO34D
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