Chapter 56 – Let's seek chaos, shall we?
They say that when you love someone so deeply that it surpasses a certain threshold, you develop a kind of instinct for them.
Like how you suddenly feel bad for no reason—only to later find out that the person you love was going through something.
It's the kind of thing most would scoff at. After all, it sounded unbelievable. But in a world of magic, where impossibility bends under the weight of will…
Maybe it's not so crazy.
Because right now, there was a certain black-haired girl with deep red eyes standing in the middle of a destroyed training ground with an overwhelming urge to kill.
Daela Warborn.
Clad in her usual tight black training suit that clung to her athletic figure, Daela stood surrounded by chaos. The training field was in complete shambles— walls cracked, the ground scorched with sword marks, puppets mangled, their control cores shattered completely.
Nothing was left intact. Nothing.
