We woke up from our daze, our eyes wandering around the room once again, taking in every little detail. My body was still lying motionless on the book in front of me, a strange sight, as if I were watching myself from another world. I felt like something was missing—a mystery yet to be solved.

Suddenly, an idea struck me. I turned to EILAF and said:

"Wait… the book! There might be something else written in it, something we didn’t notice before!"

Her eyes lit up with curiosity, and she gently reached for the book, flipping through its pages one by one. Her fingers moved delicately, and her expression remained soft, that same warm smile that always filled me with comfort. She read in silence, lost in the words, her gaze absorbed by the story.

But then… she stopped.

The smile vanished.

Her hands froze mid-turn, gripping the paper as if refusing to accept what she had just seen. Slowly, she lifted her gaze to meet mine, her wide eyes filled with something I had never seen in them before—something deeper than just shock.

She whispered, almost too softly to hear:

"No… no, this can’t be…"

My heartbeat quickened. I stepped closer, my breaths shallow, an invisible weight pressing against my chest.

"EILAF… what is it? What does it say?"

She didn’t answer.

She simply closed the book, her hands trembling ever so slightly. Then, she looked at me… and this time, her eyes weren’t filled with warmth or relief.

They burned with anger.

"Did you write… that you were going to abandon me?!"

Her words struck like a blade to my soul. A shock I never expected to feel so deeply…

I was stunned by what I had just heard, as if her words had slapped me across the face. I looked at her in disbelief and said:

"What? What are you saying?!"

But she didn’t calm down. The anger in her voice grew, that silent fury that precedes a storm. She stepped toward me, gripping the book tightly, her eyes burning with a fire I had never seen in her before. Then, in a voice filled with disappointment, she said firmly:

"You wrote that you would abandon me?!"

I took a step back as if her words had physically pushed me away. I felt the ground shake beneath my feet. I stared at her, unable to believe what she was saying, and replied, confused:

"How?! It’s impossible that I would write such a thing!"

But she wasn’t listening. It was as if she had been thrown into an ocean of anger, with no way back. Suddenly, she screamed at the top of her lungs, and her voice shook the entire room like an earthquake:

"How could you do this?! How could youuu write something like that?!"

I didn’t know what to do. I tried to move closer, to calm her down, but she was like a raging storm, growing more violent with each second, as if something inside her had shattered beyond repair. I spoke quickly:

"Eilaf, calm down! It’s impossible that I would do that! What are you talking about?!"

But she wouldn’t calm down. Her voice only grew louder, her eyes filled with tears, anger erupting from her like fire. She screamed, as if trying to grasp the truth with her fingers, only to have it slip through like sand:

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"I did everything for you! I gave you everything! I stood by your side! I was your light! I made you happy, and this is how it ends? You abandon me?!"

I felt like the whole world was collapsing around me, like the room was closing in on us, like everything we had been through was about to turn to ashes because of those words. I looked at her, wanting to scream back, to tell her she was wrong, that she didn’t understand. My voice trembled, but every word came from the depths of my soul:

"I never abandoned you! I fought with everything I had to save you, to reach you!"

But she didn’t believe me. She shook her head violently, her eyes glistening with angry tears, and she snapped:

"You’re lying!"

I felt as if a dagger had been plunged into my chest, but I refused to back down. I stepped closer, placing a hand over my heart, where my pulse raced, and I spoke with the voice of a man who had nothing left to lose:

"How could I lie?! Eilaf… my entire life, I built it for you! I changed myself, faced my fears, and filled my path with blood just to reach you! I— I am the one who created you in my imagination!"

I fell silent, and so did she. But in her eyes, silence wasn’t peace. It was war…

But that silence was merely the calm before the storm.

Suddenly, the entire room trembled violently, as if the very ground beneath me had awakened in fury. My body jolted upright from the book with an eerie force, as if something deep within me had been stirred from its slumber. Then, a chilling voice echoed from the abyss of darkness, a voice that seemed to claw its way up from the depths of hell:

"So here you are… throwing yourself into damnation! Hahaha!"

My eyes darted around in sheer panic, my heart pounding against my ribs like a beast caged within my chest. But the voice was not the worst part. The true horror was EILAF.

She turned to face me—but she was no longer the Eilaf I knew. Her body ignited, glowing with an infernal light, her presence radiating an unbearable heat. It was as if a volcano was erupting from within her, rage consuming every fiber of her being. Her eyes no longer held warmth, only a firestorm of betrayal, grief, and wrath.

Then, a scream tore through the air—a scream so powerful that it shattered reality itself.

"AAAAAAAARRRGHHH!!!"

The walls crumbled. The ground beneath us cracked open. The books, the papers, the remnants of my thoughts—all turned to ash in an instant, swirling into the air like a suffocating storm of dust and despair. I could feel the weight of it pressing down on my lungs, dragging me further into this nightmare.

I turned back to her, my voice barely escaping my trembling lips:

"Eilaf… stop… EILAF!!"

But she was beyond my reach. She was no longer listening. Blood burst from her eyes, from her nose, from her ears—pouring out as if her very soul was being torn apart from the inside. Her face twisted in agony, every scream drawing more and more of her life away.

I tried to move towards her, but my legs refused to obey. It was as if unseen chains held me in place, forcing me to witness this horror without the power to intervene.