With a thunderous roar, the Demon Lord's colossal body crumbles into black dust. "...Is it... over?" My hand gripping the sword trembles. Is it from relief, or— "you!" Fiona turns around, tears in her eyes, and tries to run to me. That was the moment. From beneath our feet, a violet light swirls and rises. Spilling from the Demon Lord's remains, it envelops us in the blink of an eye, repainting the world. Before I know it, we are standing in an unfamiliar space. A place where the boundaries between sky and ground are vague, filled with pale light. It seems to stretch on forever, yet leads nowhere—an eerie stillness dominates the area. "Where are we...?" "—The Demon Lord's final curse." Fiona's voice trembled. In her eyes was not fear, but something akin to resignation. 'One of you must end the other's life. Within one hour. Otherwise, the world will be destroyed.' An ominous voice that seemed to echo directly inside my head. The holy sword in Fiona's hand trembles faintly, clad in blue light. "That's... you must be joking." I squeezed out my voice. But no matter where I looked, there was no sign of an exit. Only the two of us are left behind in this sealed space. "you." Fiona raised her sword. A single tear traces down her cheek. "Let's settle this, with no hard feelings." "Fiona, wait—" "I love you. That's why." She tried to smile, and failed. With trembling lips, she still points her holy sword at me. "Come at me, for real." I couldn't pretend not to notice the resolve hidden behind those words. She's—prepared to die. "...Don't be ridiculous." As I raised my lightning-clad sword, I swore in my heart. I will never give up. I will definitely find a way for both of us to live.