Winter's grip around Yuui's throat, once unyielding and firm, began to weaken as her words sank into his mind.

"Monika… you killed my sister."

The words echoed in Winter's head, louder and louder until they drowned out everything else. His eyes flickered, the smirk wiped from his face as his mind spiraled into chaos.

"How did she know?"

The question gnawed at him, his usually calm and calculating demeanor crumbling as confusion and panic set in. He had been so careful. He had buried the memory of Monika deep within him, a secret never to be revealed. Yet here Yuui stood, broken and defeated, spitting out the truth as if she had known all along.

"When did she find out?" Winter's thoughts raced as his memories flashed back to that night—the night he had taken Monika's life without hesitation, without remorse. Her final breath still lingered in his mind like a shadow he couldn't shake.

"Who told her? "His panic deepened.

"Could someone have survived that night? Or had Yuui pieced it together herself?"

"Why now?" Winter's gaze fell upon Yuui's tear-streaked face, her eyes filled with rage and sorrow.

"Why confront me here, when she knows she's lost?"

His mind was a whirlwind of questions, doubts, and fears. For the first time in as long as he could remember, Winter felt the cold grip of uncertainty. His chest tightened with unease, his heart pounding as the realization of what she knew sank deeper.

"Why did she become my friend… even though she knew? "

The thought struck him harder than any attack ever had. Yuui had fought beside him, trusted him, even smiled at him.

"Had it all been a lie? A facade to get close, waiting for this moment of confrontation?"

His grip around her throat slackened further, his hand trembling as he grappled with the weight of her accusations.

Yuui, gasping for breath, could feel his hesitation. She saw the confusion in his eyes, the turmoil gripping him as he faltered. Her moment had come.

She gathered what little strength remained in her battered body, her fingers twitching as she summoned the last of her mana. With his mind spiraling into panic, Winter didn't notice her soft whisper.

"Phantom Blade," Yuui breathed.

In an instant, a translucent blade of pure energy formed in her hand, glowing with ethereal light. She didn't waste another second. With a surge of desperation, Yuui thrust the blade forward, driving it into Winter's side with everything she had left.

Winter's eyes widened in shock, the sudden pain pulling him from his trance. His body jerked, but it was too late. The Phantom Blade had already pierced through his blood armor and into his flesh.

"Argh!" Winter grunted, stumbling back, his hand instinctively releasing Yuui's throat as he staggered from the blow.

The Phantom Blade exploded with a violent burst of energy, sending shockwaves through the battlefield. A massive hole was torn through Winter's left lung and side, blood spraying into the air as he stumbled backward. His body hit the ground hard, collapsing under the weight of his wounds.

Winter's vision blurred as he lay on his back, staring up at the dawning sky. The once mighty blood demon, now broken and fragile, could do nothing but watch the faint colors of sunset slowly wash over the world. His chest heaved with each labored breath, the air thin and cold, his strength draining from him with every passing second.

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Yuui, despite the agony coursing through her broken body, forced herself to stand. Her leg twisted awkwardly, her arm barely functional, yet she moved forward, determined. Each step was a battle of its own, but her resolve carried her. With her mana drained and her energy flickering, she reached into her inventory with her one good hand.

Her fingers wrapped around the hilt of a glowing green dagger, etched with ancient runes that glimmered faintly. The blade pulsed with a soft, eerie glow, a power long forgotten yet undeniably potent. It was a relic, something she had kept for this moment alone.

Winter, lying in the dirt, his breaths shallow and ragged, turned his head slightly, his eyes locking onto her as she approached. He could feel his life slipping away, the cold fingers of death reaching out for him. There was no escape, no blood magic left to save him now.

"Sorry…" Winter croaked, his voice barely a whisper, filled with a quiet, sorrowful regret. His once-cold, unfeeling eyes now softened as he looked up at Yuui, the realization of his actions weighing on him.

Yuui stood above him, her expression hard but not without emotion. The pain of her sister's death, the betrayal, the lies—it all swirled within her, but there was no more time for forgiveness. No more second chances.

"It's too late," she replied, her voice steady, though her heart ached with the weight of it all.

Without hesitation, she raised the green dagger high, its glow intensifying in her hand. Then, with one swift motion, she plunged the blade deep into Winter's chest, straight into his heart. The ancient runes flared, the power within the dagger surging as it pierced through his flesh.

Winter gasped, his body tensing as the blade stole the last remnants of his life force. He could feel the darkness closing in, his strength fading faster than he could comprehend.

"Take… care…" Winter managed to whisper with his final breath, his eyes glazing over as the light in them dimmed.

And then, silence.

Yuui stood there, trembling from exhaustion and pain, her hand still gripping the hilt of the dagger lodged in Winter's chest. His body lay lifeless beneath her, the dawn breaking over the horizon, casting long shadows over the battlefield. She could feel the weight of it all—the victory, the loss, the emptiness that followed.

The world was silent, save for the soft whisper of the wind as it carried away the remnants of the battle. Winter, the blood demon, was no more. And Yuui, though victorious, was left with the heavy burden of everything that had been lost along the way.

Tears fell silently from her eyes, but she made no effort to wipe them away. There was no time for that. Not yet.

As Winter's lifeless body lay before her, Yuui felt a surge of power welling up inside her. She snapped her fingers, her voice steady and resolute.

"Ignite."

A flame erupted from her fingertips, spreading quickly to engulf Winter's body. The fire crackled and roared, consuming him in a blaze of fiery fury. The smell of burning flesh filled the air, an acrid reminder of the life that had been snuffed out.

As the flames danced around him, Winter's mind drifted. At least I died in her hands, he thought, the warmth of the fire contrasting sharply with the cold emptiness that had begun to envelop him.

"But there is so much to do..."

He felt the anger and hunger that had driven him for so long beginning to dissipate, fading into the ether along with his life. At last, I can't feel it anymore, he realized, the weight of his dark desires lifting from his shoulders like a shroud.

"Monika, wait for me… I will soon be with you..."

The flames licked higher, consuming the last remnants of his earthly form, and Winter embraced the end with a bitter smile.

"Fuck this life… at least I brought some destruction."

The chaos he had caused, the blood he had spilled—it all rushed back to him, memories of battles fought and lives lost.

But more than that, he felt the remnants of his existence slipping away.

"Fuck you, Goddess Uranus", he cursed, not out of hatred but resignation. He had tried to defy the very fabric of his fate, to carve his own path in a world that had turned against him.

As his body burned away, Winter accepted his fate. He felt his soul begin to detach from the pain, the fire, and the chaos that had defined his existence. In those final moments, he let go of his anger and desires, surrendering to the inevitable.

The last flickers of consciousness faded, and he felt himself drifting into a vast expanse of light, leaving behind the world he had known. And as he vanished into the ether, he whispered one last thought:" Monika, I'm coming."

The flames continued to burn bright, illuminating the battlefield as Yuui watched, her heart heavy with the weight of what she had done. The fire roared around her, a furious dance that echoed the storm within her soul. She had won, but the victory felt hollow, a bittersweet reminder of the cost of their struggle.

With Winter's ashes swirling in the air, Yuui turned away, wiping the tears from her cheeks. The dawn had fully risen now, bathing the world in a soft golden light. It was a new day, but one shadowed by loss.