Alia and Victor's new journey had begun—one where every step would lead them deeper into the unknown, and they knew that the next moment was entirely in their hands.
At that moment, Alia arrived at the main boss's office. She slowly pushed open the door, but what she saw inside made her eyes widen in shock. Sitting before her was—Anastasia.
"Anastasia… you?" Alia exclaimed, stunned. Her voice was filled with disbelief, surprise, and intense emotion.
Anastasia looked at her coldly and offered a faint smile. "Yes, Alia, it's me. I know you didn't expect to find me here. But I need you to understand that this game is much bigger and far deeper than you imagined."
Alia froze for a moment, then slowly asked, "What are you doing here? You were my enemy."
Anastasia smiled again, but this time it was sharp and mysterious. "Enemy? Maybe. But now, something much bigger lies behind us—something you need to know."
Suspicion flickered in Alia's eyes. She could sense that something wasn't right. But she suppressed her doubt and asked, "Then why are you here? Do you think you can trap me?"
Anastasia took a step forward, walking directly toward Alia. "I'm not who you think I am. And this isn't just between you and me. Something far greater is coming for the entire world. And if you don't accept my help, it might be too late."
A storm of uncertainty stirred inside Alia. She knew this could be the most difficult decision of her life. "So… what do you want?"
Anastasia looked at her with piercing seriousness. "Are you ready to face it? If not, then this journey ends here."
And so began a new tension between Alia and Anastasia—a battle where the void of trust and an invisible scheme threatened to alter the course of their future.
Alia stood still for a moment. There was no hesitation or doubt in her eyes. She knew there was no turning back. Her heart, burned by the fire of vengeance, could no longer be stopped. A cold smile crept onto her lips—as if she knew this was the end for her enemies.
Alia had changed. Every movement of her body exuded a strange confidence. Her eyes glimmered with the spark of a deadly plan. Slowly, she tightened her grip on the knives—each step a symbol of her armed resolve.
"This is the end," she said, her voice unwavering. Her knives spun through the air, slicing with such precision that the very atmosphere seemed to freeze.
Her enemies could sense it—Alia was no longer someone to be underestimated. They suddenly felt a rising panic, as if something terrifying was about to unfold.
With a swift motion, Alia hurled both knives toward them. They soared like streaks of light and struck hard, reflecting the violent intensity in her gaze. Her enemies were stunned, unable to react. Alia didn't back down.
There was a chilling indifference in her eyes, as if she knew her fire of vengeance could never be extinguished. "Now you'll understand," she said with unshakable resolve. "I won't stop anymore."
Thus, Alia stepped onto a new path—one where every footstep intensified her power and wrath. With a piercing glare, she looked toward her enemies. In her gaze was merciless focus, a clear and deadly goal. Her movements radiated power and determination.
"After today, none of you will ever dare to underestimate me again," she said coldly. There was no emotion in her voice—only firm resolve.
She stepped forward again, knives firmly in her grip. Her enemies glanced at each other in fear. They had no escape. Alia knew she would not retreat another inch.
In a flash, she flung her knives once more. They sliced through the air with a sharp hiss and struck the enemies with precision. They were stunned—unable to comprehend what was happening. Time was running fast.
Alia moved forward again, her eyes filled with a chilling sharpness that told her enemies they wouldn't survive. She knew the fire within her had reached its peak, and her enemies had no escape.
"This is the end," Alia said, her voice void of emotion—only steel conviction. "None of you can stop me."
With full force, she launched herself into battle. That moment marked a turning point in her life. Then, Alia suddenly burst into manic laughter. Her eyes burned with darkness, striking fear into the hearts of her enemies. She stared intently at the blades in her hands—as if listening to what they demanded.
"You never imagined I'd become this," Alia said, her voice dark and resolute. "But today you'll witness how I'll burn this world to ashes."
Some of her enemies were so terrified that they began to retreat. But Alia found no place in their fear or hesitation. Her mind was filled with a single thought—revenge. Her steps surged forward, and within the chaos, she discovered a new strength rising from within.
Her laughter grew even more intense. One by one, she hurled her knives again. The enemies didn't know where they were trapped. In Alia's eyes was a terrifying power that made everything else irrelevant. Her smile was a signal of cold death to her enemies.
"This is the end," she repeated, her voice laced with that psychotic chill and cold determination. "You'll never misjudge me again."
Then she lunged toward them. Her savage grin, fearless presence, and unstoppable force spread panic among the enemy. Alia knew that today, her vengeance would consume everything in its path.
Victor stared at her, concern and confusion etched across his face. "Alia, why are you smiling? Are you okay? Is something happening that I don't understand?"
Still smiling, Alia didn't even look at him. "Victor, I'm fine." Her voice was cold and steady, showing no intention of discussion. Her smile widened—as if something dark had awakened inside her.
"You don't understand me, Victor. You don't know what I'm capable of. I'm not the same Alia anymore." Her icy smile remained, as if nothing in the world could stop her. In her eyes was a terrifying certainty—that she was doing exactly what her power and revenge demanded.
Victor stood silently beside her for a moment, as if wondering where Alia had gone. But there were no more words—only a storm of unease growing in his heart.
When the enemy group was completely destroyed, Alia and Victor stood silently. There was a kind of hopelessness in Victor's eyes, as if he no longer recognized her. But Alia was in her own world—she had become the embodiment of vengeance and power.
Victor looked at her, worried. "Alia… do you realize what you're doing?" There was uncertainty in his voice—he wasn't sure if this path would lead them anywhere good.
Alia met his gaze with a strange coldness. "Yes, Victor. I know. But this is a path I must take one day." Her voice carried no regret—only the clarity of conviction.
"Will you truly find peace in being alone?" Victor asked, glancing at her with a trace of concern.
Alia stayed silent for a moment, then replied in a cold voice, "Peace? I don't want anything, Victor. I want only revenge—after that, nothing matters."
Victor's face darkened further. He knew Alia was losing herself to the shadows—and if she continued this way, there would be no way to reach her.
Then, Alia and Victor silently walked away on their own path. The future was now pulling them in a direction with no return. Alia's world had no structure or trust left—only a dark power that guided her toward revenge.
Suddenly, as they were about to get into the car, a familiar voice echoed from the distance. "Alia!" Viki shouted with desperate urgency.
Alia stood still. Victor looked a bit shaken. He knew Viki had been following them, but the reason wasn't yet clear.
Viki rushed toward them and stood in front of them. His eyes showed a mix of fear and concern. "Alia, what are you doing?" he demanded. "Don't you see this will destroy everything? If you keep going like this, not just your life—but all of ours—will be in danger."
Alia looked at him calmly, without emotion. "Viki, you won't understand my path. What I'm doing is my decision. And this road is mine alone—I will walk it alone."
Victor, clearly worried, added, "Alia, if you do this… you may never be able to come back. Viki is right."
But Alia didn't listen. Her voice was steady and firm. "I know, Victor. But I will not stop."
Viki hesitated, unsure of what to say. He couldn't understand why Alia had changed so much—why she was abandoning her life and all her relationships for revenge.
And so, Viki stood silently while Alia and Victor looked at each other, then got into the car and drove away—toward a new and uncertain destination, one from which there might be no return.
As Victor glanced at Viki, an unsettling feeling stirred in him. Alia's closeness to Viki—her dependence and friendship—had never bothered him before. But today, it did. Victor felt inadequate.
Viki looked at Alia with concern and affection. "Alia, what you're doing isn't right," he said gently. His voice was full of care, as if he truly wanted the best for her. But Alia looked at him with quiet detachment, as if her mind was elsewhere.
Victor listened carefully to Viki's words. Watching how Alia responded to Viki's presence stirred something in Victor—a strange jealousy. He had never been able to fully reach Alia, but Viki had always been by her side—with a care and affection Victor had failed to express.
Taking a deep breath, Victor looked at Viki and said, "Viki, you don't understand what's coming. By the end of this road, none of us will remain. You won't understand it now."
Viki paused, then gave Victor a soft look and replied, "Victor, I know you're worried. But Alia will choose her own path. We can't say anything—her decisions are hers alone."